Wine-Stained Teeth

Hello my friends, this is post number ten, officially the most blog posts in my personal blogging history. This one needs little introduction but was inspired by an article in Writers Digest (Robert Lee Brewers monthly poetry segment). Please enjoy.

Wine-Stained Teeth

By James O. Cannon

With wine in hand she turned around,

Looked at her son without a sound,

Ignored his young pleas for help and

Leaped out the red door with a bound.

The clubs she frequents are indeed

Evidence of a life lived in greed,

Selfishness masked in loving lies,

From behind wine-stained teeth.

As the years pass she wears with age,

Her son has escaped his iron-bared cage,

He still sees her sometimes and when they meet

Her wine-stained teeth fill him with rage.

One day the son gets a letter in the mail,

His sick mother’s health continues to fail,

The doctor says that she is going to die,

But his pillowcase remains dry.