Childhood Diseases

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

–A Farewell to Arms (1929)

Ernest Hemmingway

he showed me his spine
like embossed building blocks
he’d pulled from the bottom of a toy box
and spread over the rug

this one
he said
was my mother’s rolling eyes
this one
he said – stacking it on top –
was my father’s sudden turning
on his heel to leave the room


Writing prompt at dVerse Poet’s Pub

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  1. So many things can be traced back to our childhood. There’s an origin and often as children, we pick up more than our parents may initially believe. They stick with us as moments and experiences; and I find this piece beautiful and heartbreaking in that way. So well-written!

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  2. Oh my heart this is poignant. You have depicted the harshness that is somehow hidden behind every relationship .. with such finesse .. the world tests everyone.. yes.

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