Fuzzy Slippers

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I button the top button of my robe

It’s a quilted satin floral print

And reminds me of melted sherbet

I feel grown up in it like the ladies on tv


I listen at the stairwell for the baby sitter

There is only the drone of the television

I imagine her curled up on the couch

She's nice, I hope she doesn't get in trouble


The French door near my bedroom opens onto the balcony

Quietly I pad my way down the back stairs

The light from the living room’s picture windows fill the lawn

I am careful to travel wide, staying in the the dark


The world tonight is black and white

Everywhere long shadows

But I’m not scared

My heart is pounding with excitement


I climb the pasture fence in my pink fluffy slippers

and wade through hip high grass till I reach the road

I love my slippers and don’t yet hate the site of pink

I still believe the fairytales


The road is lit by the full moon

And the lights of the college shine ahead

A quarter mile walk will get me past those


She's gonna be mad, I know

She hasn't hit me for two days

For her that's getting along

But they’re gone

And she woulda beat me tomorrow anyway


I duck into the shallow next to the road

When cars pass by

I haven’t really thought where I'm going

Just away

To the next town, I guess


Another car

I curl up in a ball beside the road

Imitating a rock

A pink and orange quilted satin rock


This one slows crunching the gravel behind me

He talks, she talks, I say nothing

He tries to stand me up, but I am a rock

Eventually I'm put in their car

In her lap still in a ball, we drive


Once in their house

They fuss over me like a celebrity

They are kind and gentle

Years later I realize I was lucky


More questions, no answers

Back in the car

This time I sit like a person

Till we get to the Sheriff's office


She won't talk we've tried everything

Would you like some hot chocolate sweetie?

We can even get marshmallows

Name? phone number? First grade?

I sing like a bird


Tell us about your mother

Does she get angry with you?

I know better than to answer

Silently I drink my chocolate


Daddy leads me through the living room

Mommy and the Christiansens are playing cards

They are all dress up in going out clothes

They stop and watch me with a strange excitement


Daddy is sad and looks confused

I didn't mean to hurt him

Sorry

Next time I will plan better


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ralwus 5 years ago

Gosh. Am speechless. I thought you were gone from HP.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Just waiting in the wings Charlie. It's a new year looking forward to Prosperity, Passion and Parties!


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

Gave me a chill the second read, too. Nice.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

This piece brought back memories of when I was 10 yrs old. I planned on running away from the hurt and abuse I witnessed with my young eyes, peeking through my bedroom door at my mother being beaten and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol in the air.

I slipped out the back door and slowly slid into the back lane way. I walked to the corner of the next street and put out my finger for a ride, I was picked up but it was by the police, who after asking my name and address, I found myself right back where I started from.

A spanking came my way with a belt and I was thrown back into my room. I wasn't wearing pink slippers, however the cops wouldn't have cared.

Thank you for sharing a part of your childhood or someones, I felt the fear.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks Tom. Can't ask for anything more than chills :)

Hey Saddlerider! So many of us had this kind of childhood. Maybe so we'll have something to write about as adults? I was moving past fear at this point because I was taking matter into my own hands. Didn't work out the way I planned however. Still, better to be planning an escape than waiting and wondering when the next beating will come. Thanks for sharing your memories as well.


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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

Hi Randy Behaviour,

Yes a great read and one sadly that I could also relate to.

As you say it gives us plenty to write about, it sure does.

Thank you for sharing this well expressed poem.

Great work.

Take care,

Eiddwen.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks Eiddwen for the nice comment. I don't think our childhoods need define us. They are experiences to learn great lessons from, forgiveness for example.


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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

This reached in and grabbed my heart. It is such a powerful piece showing the awe of childhood mixed with the pain. It is beautifully written. God Bless.


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ghomefitness 5 years ago from Chicago,IL

That was amazing writing, I felt the hurt as if I was there. You showed forward thinking at a very young age.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks Poetvix, I can't ask for any more than that. Love and Light to you.

Hi ghomefitness! I grew up pretty quick... its now that I feel like a kid.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

I don't always get the good storytelling thing right, but I like to think I recognize it when I see it. With the line about the babysitter "she's nice, I hope she doesn't get in trouble," I was fully aware of your caliber as a storyteller. We learn that the narrator is young, innocent, and about to embark on a private journey, all without those things being said.

The rest of the poem is just as intriguing and wrenching as everyone else here pointed out. Very well done.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Hi Doug! I appreciate your insight. I have flashbacks of pivotal moments from my childhood and write in character when I do. Its like I'm that little six year old again. Writing is how I process emotions both the new and randy ones and the very old and sad ones.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Randy, a very evocative poem depicting how fragile live can be when someone who should be trusted, betrays you. I had a chaotic upbringing as my mother retreated into mental depression even before i was born. She was still a loving mother, just not a functioning one. My dad who turns ninety this year gave us twice the love, but he couldn't do much whilst he was out providing for us. We all came out of it well, except for my mother who passed away in an institution ages 62. Your poem is written well and written from the heart, albeit a sad one. Cheers from Melbourne.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Nice to meet you Keith. My birth mother was mentally.... unstable. It never dawned on me until this moment that if she would have lived past my 3rd birthday things could have actually been worse. Thank you for sharing, yikes. An aha moment for me.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Tremendously beautiful write. I'm glad I didn't miss this one! Magical, really. Thank you Randy!


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thank you Micky! Some moments from our childhoods get imprinted on their brains. This is one of mine.


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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

Now, Randy, when you think of those difficult times, project that we here who care about you are all there with you too, pink slippers and all.

Close you eyes. See us all there, ten silly people with ten pairs of joy, all set for tough trial, hell bent with such ploy...

Remember your family here, as I ought to do, whenever your lost friend, and know not what to do...

Much love,

Will


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks bbnix, but I don't live in the past. I have come to terms with all of it. It was planned and orchestrated by the higher me for the evolvement of me so I could write some soulful poetry. It's all good. All parties have been lovingly exonerated.


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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

Well said...


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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

I hope the higher you has patience for those of us, although similarly messed with in our youth, find a nice place in simple perspectives.

Thanks again for a moving piece..


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks again for reading.


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MFB III 5 years ago from United States

I am sending huge hugs back over the years to that flowered and fuzzy rock.

Would that we were not as fate decreed,

bound to a parent who is apparently abusive. I weep for the childhood you never knew hidden behind those dark bruises that painted your tear stained cheeks.~~~~MFB III


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Awwwwwe, thanks MFB. I decided my childhood begins now. I am behaving very immaturely these days.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

There are no guarrantees in life, we can only deal with what we're dealt. I applaude you sharing. Thanks RB.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

And see just how gracefully we can deal :) Thanks Tony.


Claudia Schönfeld 5 years ago

i often thought about running away..but never did..you are brave.. another gripping write


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean Author

Thanks Claudia. I don't know if I was brave or just foolish.

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