Ostrich Mother This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Ostrich Mother

Cleansing agents,
little spills.
She only finds time
for little pills.

I love you mommy,
says the child.
I can't hear you,
she's gone wild.

What will the child do,
while mommy's hiding.
He'll watch her smile,
while she's dying.

When mommy comes out,
from her hidden place.
She'll see the boy,
and touch his face.

She'll meet the boy,
she never knew.
Only to find out,
he's hiding too.

by F. O., Bethel, CT


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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