Sorrow Tracks

Dirt smudged little boys,

their faces tracked with tears,

speak of their  dead friend.

"We passed the football back and forth,

 he was very quiet,

never said very much;

and his Dad was cool;

tossed the ball with us,

and drove us all to school.

That day

his Dad called him in.

it was time for dinner;

so we went home.

I don't know what happened after that.

The next day

he wasn't in school.

When we came home,

the police and stuff were here.

That's when we found out."

 

Trickling down little boy faces,

the tears speak

of their dead friend

better than words.

 

Author's Note

The 8y/o son and 27y/o Father were shot and kileed by someone who brokw=e into their home; stole their TV, VCR, microwave and their lives. Another unsolved murder.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

and another tragedy to be told.... The last stanza was a perfect end

[...]

. oh, that's tragic beyond measure ... unbearable sadness ...

[emmajoy]

Ohhhh, what a terrible, terrible happening .. your explanation made me gasp and your poem just adds to my horrow with its content, You're written so empathically, no frills, no romanticism, facts bound in sweet, sympathy

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

leave that mystery to a heart ache piece, makes the chest expand

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

devastating human plays in action~ another heartbreak added to the jar of heartaches~ sometimes I think that jar is more full that the jar of human joys~ sigh