The Dollangangers

Brooke Boice
Period 6
Creative Writing III

Flowers in the Attic

(Teenage Cathy)

Mother said we would be okay
Mother said we would be leaving soon
but Grandmother said we were devil's spawn.


Mother said she loved us,
loved us more than anything she said,
but Grandmother said we disgust her.


Mother bought us many many gifts
Mother even bought us sweets
but Grandmother bought us cruelty.


Soon Mother didn't say or buy us anything
Soon Mother just left us in that dreadful attic
Soon Grandmother denied the pretty flowers that we grew to be.


Slowly becoming poisoned and weakened
with one of us already put to the grave
With my older brother and younger sister, we left that dreadful place
and we were no longer those same flowers.

At least I wasn't.
I wanted revenge for my lovely mother.

Petals on the Wind

(middle-aged Cathy)

We ventured to this new house
with absolutely nothing to our names.
Sadness filled those lonely years
those years spent locked up in that attic.
But unknowingly we grew to leave
those ugly petals on the wind.

I left my beloved new home
with my dreams and heart on my sleeve.
Through all my hard work trying to forget
and my endurance to keep me alive and well,
I soon became a well-known and beautiful ballerina.
Those petals I cherish with me, always.

Again I left but I left my dance partner and lover
with the good riddance of his brutal bruises and wicked words.
He's gone now and I have a substitute
but if it weren't for the fire in me,
all the petals on the wind
wouldn't have consumed me entirely.

Soon mother got her rightful revenge.

If There Be Thorns

(Cathy's mother to Cathy's youngest son Bart)

If there be thorns
when you think of sins,
remember God is forgiving.

If there be thorns
when you are troubled, little one,
remember you are still full of youth.

If there be thorns
when you are lonely,
remember Grandmother is here to comfort you.

If there be thorns
when you desire something
remember my dear Bart,
that I will give you your heart's desire.
Soon Cathy will forgive me.
I will be a part of her new life,
for am I nothing without my flowers.

Seeds of Yesterday

(older Cathy)

I planted this young and innocent flower
hoping for it never grow sour
and with this newborn sapling
he holds the seeds of yesterday
The flower grew to be tall and graceful
with every bit of being everything but scornful
and with this new and matured flower
he held the seeds of his yesterday
But long after all the accounted admiration
the flower was stomped on with no hesitation
and with this unfamiliar trampled and paralyzed flower
he believed he no longer had the seeds of yesterday

And it was true. He didn't.
He didn't need the seeds any longer.
For he grew new ones entirely his own.
But for his young and manipulated brother, Bart
he was haunted by Mother's deception.
For it still haunted all of us.