Why is he gone?
I asked her again.
No answer.
Was it my fault?
I asked her again.
She simply shook her head.
But I can still see him,
I said looking at him.
It's not the same, she says.
Who are these people?
I said, looking around.
His friends, she mumbled.
Why are his friends crying?
I asked with a frown.
Because they want to, she choked.
Can I talk to him?
I saw his peaceful face,
Maybe later, her voice cracked.
Where are they taking him??
People were lifting him.
To a happy place, she sniffed.
Can I go there too?
I tried running after him,
Not for a while, she was holding me.
Why are you crying?
I looked at her face.
Because I loved him.
A contest entry
- children by hilly.
300 points, ended September 14, 2007, 10 entries
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This is very good. Worthy of Applause. Good work.
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Wow this poem is so sad and realistic it almost made me cry. Beautifully written.
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thanks! much appreciated ^-^
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Simple, strong and sympathetic.
It's lovely.
=)
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thankoo. hehe..
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oh my gosh... well, I absolutely loved how you said: She "Choked". And "Croaked". I can defnitely feel that she was sad... very sad.
I can understand though...
~Pandy~
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So many questions, and so many difficult answers often laid in half-truths as a young mind is unable to deal with such things. Very nice write!
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A suitable explanation might be:
Daddy's going to go live with the pitchfork people or daddy's going to learn how to play an astral harp. -
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yes that would be quite suitable
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