Soundly she sleeps, this child of eight
sleep should be bliss, the hour is late.
He begs her to stay, (she is cold,detached)
says she's going anyway.
"What to do with the child? Let's let her decide..."
Once again they wake her to take a side.
They tell her to pick(a familiar scene),
she grows sick.
She goes against the graine this time,
"I pick dad."
She prays silently "God, please don't let her be mad."
She stands tough, and hopes mom loves her enough.(to stay this time)
She holds her breath...
it's as quiet as death.
The woman leaves and the childs heart heaves,
she thinks to herself,"What have I done? now she has no one."
"BUT MOMMA!....I love you..."
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow... this is filled with such emotion. Sadness, pain, yet the true beauty of that little voice that makes everything alright. The power of your childs voice can really touch your heart like no other.
I liked the emotion and the tederness of your poem. Thank you so mch for sharing it here for all to see... -
OMgoodness this is sad....true when yu said the rythmn was a little off, but the point was still potent. VEry good for your second
your making me proud.
Loves ya lady
Tory`
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