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Thirty two years
And you care?
You question?
Where was the concern
At 10 p.m.
Forced to bed
Still studying
Still typing
Still s’il vous plait’ing
Still multiplying
dividing, adding and
Where were the questions then?

Happy were you
In not communicating
As I brought home As
And that occasional B
To only be told, “I could do better.”

Now, years after
It no longer matters,
My spine ripples like thunder
Ears pound like boxcars on
broken rails
And my mind questions its
veracity for the thousandth time
By this woman
I call my mother

And I am shaken to the core
That the tears I know so well
I have named them,
And though I disagree
I know where this will end

She will insist
And I will no longer fight
Like I promised my dad
The first time —
They know of —
I 3,000 Oxycontin overdosed
And my wrists slit
I sit

And again, my sanity she will take with her
While alone, only scars are left for me.



Leanne Howard Kenney

Leanne Howard Kenney

My name is Leanne Howard Kenney. I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts. I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . . Apparently, I am a former writer. Well, that is not quite true. I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years. I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not. I am just glad they came. I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
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