The multiple hues a cacophony of color
Cascading twixt tired fingers
She sighs knowing,
She should go do something
She should go do anything,
Anything but the nothing she’s doing now
Still her fingers swirl as she lingers
Her thoughts as deeply jumbled
as the colors before her
While she ponders the fate
Of the little girl who owns them
They will be hers again she thinks resolutely
Because she cannot think of her daughter in past tense
No, she cannot think that it is already too late
This room that hurts the most to dwell
Yet her heart carries it along anyway
When to other rooms she roams
She lifts her head to sky her heart sees
Beyond the walls of the room she stands
Praying her prayers are heard,
Praying her prayers are answered
** “Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
She is young
Let her rest
Bring her home
Bring her home
Bring her home”
** Gender switching the heatbreakingly beautiful “Bring Him Home” from Les Miserables.
Today at dVerse we’re challenged to write a poem about NEWS of any type. From personal to local, national, international, past, or present news. And this just happened to be sitting around…
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics – Good News, Bad News, Your News!
i can not imagine losing a child…thinking of them as gone would be so hard…thinking of her daughter as past tense…that line hung me…
Bring home all the children, girls and boys, back to safety ~ I hope its not too late ~ As I am writing this, I hope all the kidnapped Nigerian girls return home safely ~
I feel so bad we’ve forgotten the girls who were taken, and others as well.
So many being lost, taken, and after it has left the headlines.. It’s still the same.. Nothing’s changed.
The very worst news. How sad that we are quite familiar with this scenario nowadays.
a very poignant write…
Such a great tribute. I feel awful for those girls and their families.
Beautiful write. I don’t think there could be a greater pain in one’s heart than losing a child, but not knowing would be absolutely grueling.