Reunited.

Gently cries the child
Into the night
Listening for that soothing voice 
Just a loves throw away
But mum’s not listening
Mum’s overdosed
Sinking deeper into a toxic haze
Eventually dying with the needle pointing heaven bound
Gently cries the child
Into the night
Listening for that soothing voice
Just a loves throw away
Mummy’s calling to you
Not be long now precious
Not be long.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

The image of crying baby and overdosed mother is too painful to contemplate, you painted it in details, .. extremely saddened, I wonder isn't there a way to prevent a tragedy like that?

[Paul Bell]

People wouldn't drink a bottle of bleach. But they'll willingly buy drugs and inject them, without knowing what's in them.

[Mrudula Rani]

If we discuss this at length it will yield a thesis ... but no solution! In all of this tragedy, it's the baby's flight that breaks my heart!

[Paul Bell]

That was a discussion once. Sadly people have rights.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Sad true poetically put
So sad drugs
Very well written

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Julie.

[Gee]

Jeepers, that cheered me up. A mother O Deeing killing two for the price of one.
Reunited in wherever.
Must happen I suppose Paul

[Paul Bell]

Probably happens more than you think.

[Avia]

Wow. It is sad to imagine something like that ,but beautifully written

[Paul Bell]

Sad, but it does happen.

[Black Rose]

Your writing have this spooky essence the mother is a drug addict and she died the child who was calling her mother is now starved to death and thus mother is calling her as it won't be too long for them to reconcile. Wow! If this is what you meant. I am not sure though 😅

[Paul Bell]

Got it in one, Black Rose.

[Great Aunt Astri]

The last two lines "Not be long now precious, Not be long", I read as the now dead mother calling to her baby. It must be so sad to be forced into a situation, either by your own doing, or circumstances, when one can't cope. Death was the escape for the mother, and tragically, starvation for the baby. United after death? A delusion, which might even possibly be true! You have written a very tender poem about this, probably, quite frequent event.

[Paul Bell]

Yeah i would imagine this happens a lot.

[Einstein Noodle]

you poem creates such a haunting but peaceful resignation ... i want society ...the aunt, the neighbor, uncle stranger, police of fireman to come to the rescue ... well done Paul .. this poignant tragedy tugs at my heart
smooth read, strong arrangement of lines and you have avoided using weaker starts to each line ..gives your poem a very decided direction ...you say so much very briefly ... closing with a focus on the baby is devastating ...without rescue will surely die
E.

[Paul Bell]

Sadly it seems to happen more and more.

[Einstein Noodle]

:(.......................

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

How beautiful and sad...first Mommy to drugs, then child to starvation..."Gently cries the child into the night"...a deathly lullabye this...suicide by needle in the arm. Elegy for too many to count. Is this the only answer? "Not be long now precious, not be long"

[Paul Bell]

Happens to often.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is really sad...often the drug problems follow the child born of an addicted mother---it's in the veins of existence.

[Paul Bell]

This came about after a conversation with a social worker. She dreaded Monday mornings. This is when she went to check on her clients.

[DIVYA]

I have read of babies dying of starvation after the death of addict parents. This so sad...A most original poem on the subject. Appreciated very much.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Divya. Sad existence for some.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome...