Fear of Drowning - (re post for - poetry monthly)

Cherry

By Bee

Thu, 14 Apr 2016
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Torturous the cloaked table where inexperienced parents wielded total authority over the practice kid who plate plied struggled not to vomit post-war salty carrots, whole brussel sprouts with the spuds and cabbage that gagged a sensitive gullet. Eat it! They shouted. So she chewed another mouthful, and another without a swallow. Gapen mouthed, she retched - guests aghast. One sucked breath on another till she wilted like a hand stitched doll passed out. Doctor's spat advice, "She does it for attention. Head under tap - face up - she'll stop." Wake up! Wake up! This is your perfect first child. Your practice child. And remember - practice makes perfect.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

this is so heartbreakingly sad

 

Submitted by Bee on

Really sad. Thanks insert. 

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Interesting you describe the brutal techniques of the fifties and early sixties. I remember the disgusting post-war state crap and the garbage that was shovelled onto the plates that passed for school dinners. (I went home during primary school but just the smell made me want to vomit)

I guess I was lucky because my Mum had a lot of help from my Gran so a lot of what you described never happened, but I know kids who got it bad.

Sadly practise kids still exist the only difference is the mistakes the parents make.

I'm so glad you re-posted this because I just missed commenting the first time.

 

Submitted by Bee on

You are right about practice kids still existing but mistakes changing. 

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

For the cherries broken heart

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Poor little child. You put her story so well. I never had experiences like that, nor did my children - all of who have eating hang ups, as to the grandchildren.

Jean

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Submitted by VeraClark on

I had some bad eating experiences. Didn't like reading this for that reason. Well put and unflinching.

Who is that lovely gurning pretty girl?

 

 

Submitted by Denzella on

My Mum was not a great cook but her tomato stew was to die for...and we very nearly did.  I thought  you might like the recipe. Take one tin of tomato soup and add half a pound of raw sausages and cook until skins leave sausages then re-name it VasectomyTrimming Soup because in later life that was what it reminded me of.  Not that I am familiar with Vasectomy Trimming Soup, you understand.

Always in my thoughts,

Moya xx