Alone within the crowd

eyes watching

eyes seeing

ears hearing

the rumbles beneath the facades.

Reaching out with care

a delicate brush of hand

along the mannequin face

pressing lips into a smile

tilt the head so she looks to be listening.

Beautiful people

they are everywhere

fabulously dressed

perfectly coiffed


As wars rage

rights are deleted

they no longer care

acting instead

party buffons

just like the man

on the stand

the one they put there.

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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