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What Is She SupposeTo Do Now?
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What Is She SupposeTo Do Now? |
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meljo Junior Member
since 2009-09-24
Posts 10CA, USA |
She woke up all of sudden Glanced at the clock What time is it now? Did he wake me up again? He would sneak in their room every morning Sometimes it's six or two There would be cuddle and kisses His brother would join in too But this morning something is different She looked around her bed But where is that little rascal? Maybe it's all in her head? She puts her nightgown on And stepped out of her room Carefully closing the door behind her And walked towards his room She opened his door ever so quietly So to not make a sound Where is that little rascal? Why isn't he around? His room was awfully quiet The bed was surprisingly made But where is that little rascal? Perhaps he's already awake So she step quickly downstairs Calling out his name Where are you, she called out even louder But it was just all in vain Her heart was beating faster She's screaming for him by now Tears came washing down her face Where is my angel, where is he now? He's no longer with us, she hears He's not suffering any more So what is she suppose to do now? Because she’s lost her soul |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
meljo...Tears of emptiness are streaming down my face as I write these words. Sort of whimsical at first then so tragic at the end it brought a lump in my throat...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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larzana Member
since 2009-09-17
Posts 55 |
Such a twist. And it managed to twist me inside also. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Totally heart-breaking...~ The anguish is almost palpable...Sad, so very, very sad... Love & Eternal Light,  EA |
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meljo Junior Member
since 2009-09-24
Posts 10CA, USA |
I wrote this poem because this is how I feel for my best friend, who'd lost her son last weekend. He was only seven. We were so close and I feel so sad but I can't imagine how devasted my friend is feeling right now. We always call him 'little rascal' because he was very active, so full of joy and very cheeky. |
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