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On this blog: All words (other than identified quotations) © Sharon Nesbit-Davis, All rights reserved. *********************************** I am a blog writer at three sites: Rockford Register Star: Arts4All, The Red Tent: The Movie, & Make Peace/Build Community (Sponsored by the Baha'is of the U.S.) ********************************** You can find me on Facebook: Sharon Nesbit-Daivs, or "The Mime Writes" Logo Design by Dianaani ********************************** I work as the Education & Community Engagement Director of a Regional Arts Council which means I beg "the deciders" to fund and support the arts for everyone, not just the rich. *********************************** I am also a mime. For those that hate mimes, I understand. But you'll never find me annoying people on the street, unless I'm living there. I'm a "concert mime" ...which means you have to buy a ticket. *********************************** I've been married to my one and only since 1976. Still happy. Still in love. Two kids, six grandkids. In college I became a Baha'i (a world religion whose main theme is unity). It keeps me relatively sane in a world gone mad.

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MARCH 31, 2012 2:07PM

For the boy who is making a nation TALK

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This is a revision of a poem I posted a few days ago. It's changed so much I decided to repost it.

 

"THE TALK"

 

At family gatherings

in the middle of laughter

someone will stop,

remembering

who isn’t there

 

Today

a nation talks

about him.

he

has become a

REASON

to talk

about

THE TALK.

 

the TALK nobody wants to have with their son but does,

despite 

years, 

and laws

and Martin, Malcolm, and Medgar

and others,

known and unknown.

all silenced.

 

THE TALK

gives warnings,

detailed instructions,

stories of what happened to uncles, friends, your father. 

it demands

promises.

 

he

thinks

you are old

and don't understand

things are different now.

"You said I'm just as good as anybody.

Did you lie?"

 

And you say he is

but they don't know

and they are scared.

and scared people are crazy.

and crazy people are best left alone.  

 

He makes the promise

so you will let him go.  

 

after the "good byes" and "be carefuls"

you do the falling-on-knees-begging- kind of prayer

because

you remember

when you didn't believe it either.

 

He is late coming home.

Is this the night?

Was he

so bold,

so filled with the confidence you raised him to have, 

to think

if he's doing

nothing wrong,

nothing bad

will happen? 

when he walks through the door

you whisper "thanks" 

before yelling. 

 

This boy that everyone is talking about,

this son, 

this man-child,

now gone, 

has revealed 

THE TALK

some folks

never knew existed.

 

some are stunned and sad.

they admit gratitude they don't have to do this TALK with their sons.

some say nothing.

 

No one has said

THE TALK

is no longer necessary. 

 

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You nailed it, Sharon. The cadence, the half-starting, the two-word refrain, the awful truth in the silences. The ultimate sadness. Apologize? What on Earth for?
Far more powerful than the 1st version.

r
Thank you for saying it.
A punch in the gut in every line. Hard to read and think about. Thank you.
No apologies needed. Your poetry stirs the reader and that is the measure of success.

Sad times indeed when we live in fear for our kids.
Stunning. As long as you write with your heart, soul and guts, you are just as much a poet as anyone else.