“Sheila’s Song”

Sheila McDermid In SanfordSilly faded cartoon on her ankle,

she owns a smile which melts granite

and pets specters smoke and deviant boys.

Feisty tree-climber then

until her son

can not afford a fall – then came Rosie

‘midst the dramafamily flailings.

Last time a triple-sawbuck

to learn her life’s latest drownings

sorrows before tragedies and all

what comicbook horror show now?

And the usual dodges and hawing hems.

And still that smile

and wicked glee.


She ignores the shaking head

and sad shrug

and flashes that wicked grin.


Oh, please, let me be wrong,

I uselessly pray.


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