Little girl in the shadows,
Sweetie please don't cry.
Many times you'll feel this way
when you hear your mommy lie.
She says she had to work late,
but you see it in her eyes.
You smell the booze and cigarettes,
and you hate it when your daddy cries.
I know how you feel darling,
I have been there too.
Many times sat in the corner,
just like this, just like you.
There's nothing you can do,
but wait for it all to end.
Don't get involved though Sweets,
you've got to trust me as your friend.
I tried to stop my mother,
and save my daddy pain.
My plans didn't go too well,
so I ran out to the rain.
Six years ago this sunday,
when my mommy and I fought.
She drank all night long,
when the gun, with rage, she shot.
Daddy ran to help me,
and scooped me in his arms.
We heard a second shot,
and I knew he was safe from harm.
He left the day I was buried,
far away from my mommy's grave.
More punishment for her,
and all bad judgements made.
Little girl I'll sit with you,
I'll gladly hold your hand.
Though it's hard to deal with,
you have someone who understands.
Sweetie please don't cry.
Many times you'll feel this way
when you hear your mommy lie.
She says she had to work late,
but you see it in her eyes.
You smell the booze and cigarettes,
and you hate it when your daddy cries.
I know how you feel darling,
I have been there too.
Many times sat in the corner,
just like this, just like you.
There's nothing you can do,
but wait for it all to end.
Don't get involved though Sweets,
you've got to trust me as your friend.
I tried to stop my mother,
and save my daddy pain.
My plans didn't go too well,
so I ran out to the rain.
Six years ago this sunday,
when my mommy and I fought.
She drank all night long,
when the gun, with rage, she shot.
Daddy ran to help me,
and scooped me in his arms.
We heard a second shot,
and I knew he was safe from harm.
He left the day I was buried,
far away from my mommy's grave.
More punishment for her,
and all bad judgements made.
Little girl I'll sit with you,
I'll gladly hold your hand.
Though it's hard to deal with,
you have someone who understands.
Author notes
AngieMarie
Emotional Pain
(It would be the pain of the little girl telling the child her story, as well as the girl in the shadows watching the violence started by her mother's drinking)
A contest entry
- Truth Of Life contest round THREE (invite only) by xandercheerios.
1000 points, ended July 31, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - MILLIONS OF OPTIONS!!!! ALL AGES!!!! PLEASE GO IN PLEASE by Eternal-Jammy-Jam.
450 points, ended September 27, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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awe .. the beginning sounds like something that could be true =/
i'm glad the whole thing isn't a true story =]
love you dearie.

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thank you for sending me the link to this most wonderfully written poem of yours. congrtulations on the gold and honorable winner trophies that you have won with this. viyanna rosemarie
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cool but does it go in with contest if so please tell me witch option
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Just Beautifully Poetic
AM, a fine piece. The violence in our world is only dealt with by we humans who take the time to descriptively share it with others so that it is never forgotten. To push the memory, the stories, the actual violences of our times "under the rug," would not allow for growth of humanity. Thank you for this, and other, lessons you are teaching ...
Hurt, pain, anguish and calamity
Are all a part of the human family
What sets us apart from other beings
The ability to recollect with feelings
poet43


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Wow, I feel almost a part of the piece. I don't know if that makes sense, but I like.


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WOW...This is...just...WOW!!! Well deserving of the gold...congrats on this excellent write!!
Wyatt
xoxox


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Fantastic write with emotional turmoil devastating
the life of a child too often the reality. Well penned keeping the attention within the tragedy.
Congratulations and looking forward to reading your work in the next round.

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... very few poems leave me this speechless. Spectacular, the rhymes, the flow, the rhythm... amazing! I'm so glad you took the time to write this, rushing through such strong emotions can lead to mis-understandings, and there definitely were none here. I am awestruck, and saddened, but also glad by this write. Thank you for your entry.


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Powerhouse Write
You have really outdone yourself here. How much more beautiful yet tragic could a write be? Perfect ranges of emotion and each word left me searching for the next great job sweetheart....Michael

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