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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

There is a girl, in white-cloud dress
She has gorgeous blue eyes, but if you’d 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, she’s 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 she’ll never forget. That’s when they were
In her mother’s 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 couldn’t 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 you’d 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.

Copyright Â© iWrite ... [ 2009-10-29 16:05:11]
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