Two little dreamers at the shop window,
agog with the plethora of bounty there.
She would like a dolly, he a big truck,
but their mother doesn't have time to care.
A needle she keeps hidden away is her
only focus in life as she shoots her hits.
She is tired of their seeking her out,
they of her overdosing, and its ugly fits.
Daddy died long ago, he seems like a
dream buried deep inside their tiny hearts.
Never has one day of theirs been peaceful,
there is always a dizzy jumble to their parts.
So they dream on the bench out in the snow,
looking at things they will never have at all.
They ask for their daddy in waking prayers
but Daddy never hears their plaintive call.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dreams by Samplette.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think, but kindly, please.
Comments
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Well written, but so so sad. Life isn't always tinsel and music. Very nicely done. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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Oh Lord but this is a sad piece. And sadly enough, it's true for many kids. One wonders how they grow up at all...eloquent Sherry
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Beautifully Poignant...
Very well written, although sad and melancholy at this time of year (or anytime, really). Lovely artwork in the contest image belies the sadness of the children's little hearts... Thank you for sharing your muse's creative compassion with all of us, you're an angel!! 
Good luck in the contest!! Peace, love & hugs always, Cyn 
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