A Little Girl Started To Cry!

this poem is about a little girl who lost her mother and is scared and wants to know where she has gone , where she is .. it's kind of a sad poem .. but it get s better

  

 

 

      A Little Girl Started To Cry

 

 

    You here a little girl crying in her sleep,

  You go up to her and ask,

   What's wrong baby girl?

   She looks up at me and say's ,

   Where's my mommy?

   I look the other way , then look at her and say,

   Your mommy pasted away , she dies, she loved you a lot,

    The little girl looks up at me again.

   Where's my mommy?

    I say she is in Heaven looking over you , and watching out for you.

   Then she begin's to pray.

   Dear God  please make sure my mommy is ok please . Amen .

  The little girl start's crying again ,

  So i look at her and give her a hug and say It'll be ok hunny,

  I'm here for you and your mom will always  be there for you.

 

 

 

     The End ..

  

 

    By :Jennifer Little

Author's Note

i wrote this upon an experience .... some of it is kind of true of the mother dieing but the rest of the crying and stuff not
i wrote it because it poped into my head to write this because i know that there is a lot of little girls out there who have lots their mothers

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

I have lived in God's grace, I suppose. Mama still lives. Seventy years old. But her memory is slowly going. I can't imagine the sadness here. Well written.

[Mazie]

Beautiful poem, very touching and sad! Only constructive criticism is that I noticed the line "Your mommy pasted away , she dies, she loved you a lot," you may want to look at but otherwise excellent poem :)

[patricia]

This was realy good. Especially how the little girl kept on asking where her mummy was, even after it had been explained. Thats what children are like. Though this is a sad poem, it wasn't over the top, and the reassuring lines at the end, showed how others step up to the mark. Thankyou.

[Marie]

Yes, there are a lot of little girls who havae lost their mothers, and it's a kind poem to write.