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Forrest Cain
Member

since 2000-04-21

Posts 306
Chas.,W.V. USA

0 posted 2000-04-22 04:56 PM

Shimmering child I almost see
as through a veil or mist of tears
that certain magic of a young girls heart
all love and hope and something more
but like a vase of precious worth
the world will shatter and tear apart
this priceless thing without a thought
into bits and pieces and shards that cut
until rivulets of blood flow from your heart
and from your face a single tear
hangs suspended in mid-air and in the tear
your eyes reflect the pain and sufferings
of a thousand deaths
I stand and watch why can`t scream
to see the death of a young girls dream
but God with rivers of tears he cries
his pain so great that he must die
and this I know and feel for sure
that God created a heaven pure
built of truth and love and innocence
and flowers that bloom with ethreal scents
and all that`s good and right endures
and a young girls hearts
the something more.

[This message has been edited by Forrest Cain (edited 04-22-2000).]

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

1 posted 2000-04-22 07:34 PM

this really touched me.
"a vase of precious worth"
oh, were I able to fill it with beautiful roses...looking forward to reading more of your work.

Kathleen

Irie
Senior Member

since 1999-12-01

Posts 1493
Washington State

2 posted 2000-04-22 09:13 PM

In a word. WOW!
This is a wonderful piece!

Mike
Member Elite

since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

3 posted 2000-04-22 10:52 PM

Nicely written. I enjoyed your poem.

pasqually
Junior Member

since 2000-06-12

Posts 23
West Virginia

4 posted 2000-06-14 08:03 PM

Today I read again the poem my brother wrote for me a little over a year ago. Each time I read it, it always makes me cry. No one has ever known my heart like my brother, and he proves that with his words. Thank-you for caring for me when nobody else cared. It was the love of my brother and the Lord above that sustained me during my childhood years. I love ya Forrest (Butch to me)......

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

5 posted 2000-06-15 07:13 PM

This poem is incredibly soft and tender. James

eldridgejackson
Member

since 2000-04-30

Posts 91

6 posted 2000-06-16 01:42 PM

A very nice poem. I was there I understand it fully and it captures the pain of my sister and her early childhood. Good job Forrest.

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