![]() MorningA Poem by DaughterNature![]() This poem was an exercise in quatrains, and inspired by a horrible day.![]() At ten years old I woke up slow and, bleary-eyed, looked
at the clock - read 5:30 am - eyes closed, but voices roused me for a walk.
Our relatives from far away all gathered in our living room, with faces drawn, staring
at me - so silent in the early gloom.
I don’t remember what I asked, I don’t remember what was said. All that’s left for me to know the horrible truth: my daddy is dead.
My little sister roused as well by voices family gave to grief. But she received the painful news, then fought, and screamed, and wouldn’t believe.
I stood in solemn silence, watched them try, persuade her of facts, while tears traced down
their steaming paths - I knew he could never come back. © 2015 DaughterNatureReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() DaughterNatureChicago, ILAboutI know I'll always be learning, but ready and willing to read and review! I have been writing for about 14 years, and I have had one short story published in a magazine. I love experimenting with diff.. more..Writing
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