The nursey walls are still painted soft blue.
They should be filled with the sounds
of cooing,laughter and sweet lullabys.
Instead it is quiet and yet screams
out the story.
Frustration
anger
sleeplessness
a temper snaps
it can't be taken back.
it's too late now
the deed is done.
The sun streams in through
the open window.
A breeze blows in softly,
stirring the dusty cobwebs and
gently rocking the horse
in the corner.
The mobile above the crib starts to turn,
it's sweet music can be heard.
But there's no one here to hear it,
no one here to listen.
The dream, the child, the miracle
is gone.
Author notes
second entry, first entry "Daddy's Girl"
A contest entry
- round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
600 points, ended March 26, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Great use of adjectives here, I can feel the pain in this and nobody at such a young age should go through this kind of treatment here. Like Maralisa said it is a sad but true reality and not just in other parts of the world, but even in our parts.
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this is a sad but true reality of what is happening in many patrts of the world good luck in the contest
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What can be said, this is a heartbreaking poem and message. "Instead it is quiet and yet screams
out the story" was really striking. Very well done.
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Ow. Ow. Ow.
Hvaing lost my son when he was 2 hours old this really hits my heart.
Speechless. Absolutely speechless.
♥
Thank you for your entry
Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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oh! I am so very sorry that happened to you! I pray God comforts your heart and soul and one day brings healing.
Kathryn
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Great poem. A little too sad for what I was looking for, but it's beautiful.
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thanks for such a beautiful second entry and thank you for following my rules and saying your first one. Your talent shines through n this poem as well.
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Oh my this is about the saddest thing I have read tonight
Very emotional and full of some great yet sad imagery. best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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A very touching and true poem of child abuse i love your creativity wording it is great and abuse can make us feel so worthless and we trust no one i know because i was beaten by my mum and abused by my step dad thanks fro entering and the best of luck with this contest
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Oh So sad You really put a picture in my mind...not a lot of poeple can do that too me.
well done.
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this is very powerful write well done done and thanks for entering
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powerful image. **sigh** It is all too clear what happened.
Good write.
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