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In memory of W.W.H...
Contributed by
iWrite
on
Thursday, 29th October 2009 @ 04:05:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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There is a girl, in white-cloud dress She has gorgeous blue eyes, but if youd look through You would see raging sea and angry gray waves Beat up the shore where the wind madly blew The sand off the ground; she never spoke truth To anyone else in her life, shes sixteen. No mother on whom she could lean Feeling lonely throughout her youth: She tried failed she cried. No one to tell the truth, so she lied and smiled Her father has married a witch she would say And in her heart, burned up image of her The mother that died on that terrible day That shell never forget. Thats when they were In her mothers big room. There she stood: Head held low and the tears kept on coming. Mother, as weak as she was, said that she could Sit up on the bed, but instead, she lay still Come on here she whispered and stretched out her arms The pale dry skin around her lips wrinkled as she tried to fill The room with warmth That was one of her charms. The girl came close, but couldnt look back Into the blue-gray eyes that still shone with light. She now cried hard and gasping for air, she gave a big hug To her mom, whose arms held her tight. At this moment, the time stood still and no sound was let out. The mother and daughter could never live without Unconditional love for one another. Soon after, the mother had died Suddenly, the girl felt angry, scared and alone; she screamed. The father ran up to her. She started to fight Asking one question: WHY??? There once was a girl, in white-cloud dress She had gorgeous blue eyes, but if youd look through You would see raging sea and angry gray waves Beat up the shore where the wind madly blew The sand off the ground.
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