I was five
When I saw that first
But it wasn’t out of my mother’s hate.
It was due to love.
The roads were filled with abandoned
My mother had too huge a heart
For creatures to go unclaimed,
Yet I would wait after lacrosse practice
For an extra hour for her arrival.
Our backyard was not
It was my mother’s sanctuary,
Built with buried animal corpses.
My swing set sold at a shelter fundraiser
As an eight-foot fence protected our land
From evil only my mother feared.
My father got out when I was seven,
But I had three more years.
copyright Trevor L Moon 2015