The sounds echo down time's corridor,
“wait, wait, wait for me. Wait for me!”
Playmates run, what can they know
of the chemos that attack her blood;
or chemicals, all mixed up in her brain,
that often throw her into such a wild
her eyes make no contact, poor child,
lost in some desperate, unknowing rage.
Pre-tears sting my eyes to look back;
small bald head, wide pleading eyes.
God, that one so young has to face
such hard truths, in her fight for life.
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tyro
this is just short of being a tear jerker...certainly moistened my eyes..
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thanks for the visit
thanks for the visit
the second line is very
the second line is very vividly expressive and heart tugging with the repetition of words/calls which adds to the dynamics...nicely done...
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Sad story, thank you for
Sad story, thank you for sharing.
I very much hope it is not a personal one.
Best wishes, Irene
Hi IRiz
Hi IRiz
"I very much hope it is not a personal one."
It is my daughter at two and a half. She is 18 now, and very healthy.
Oh! I am so glad to hear that
Oh! I am so glad to hear that she is fine.
I worked for about ten years with children leukemia. The side effects are so bad that only kids can withstand them.
Thank you again for sharing your beautiful and sad poem.