The hardest message of all the years
is one that sends words through tears.
A gift that cuts through to the bone;
my son not coming home; being alone,
he'd rather be with friends this day.
I'll see him on his day off, Friday.
tis the hazards of growing up too fast
promise me the silence won't last.
nary mobile texts nor a lengthy call
the worst gift... of sadness to befall.
A contest entry
- A present for Christmas QUICKY by Son Of The Ring.
500 points, ended December 27, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PreWrites Allowed enter quick!!! by Son Of The Ring.
450 points, ended January 3, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Sis...
I thought this was going somewhere else, but still I can relate to it! what a heartwrenching read! this is great! Congrats on the Bronze and Gold!
and love
Nyetta
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I'd agree witht that comment below, this gave me the chills, you really managed to get the feeling of loneliness into words, well done to you.
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this is defendly gold or silver matarial.
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