I lit a candle for you,
just the one;
that is all they would give me!
I whispered prayers, whimpering
desperately
to the Gods of lost causes.
I sifted the negatives,
searching
for the tentative hope.
You said you would return
very soon,
to take me home again.
You told me that you loved me;
‘your little angel’,
your tears on my cheeks.
They call me an orphan now.
Unloved;
that you did not want me.
Please God, tell mummy from me,
I am sorry!
I will not be bold again!
No-one hugs me anymore;
No kisses!
If I cry they all scold me.
Please come back and hold me
even once,
just so that I know you’re there
Comments
Jupiter | June 25, 2009 - 19:41
Moving stuff Chris and well told.
Reminds me a little of one of the guys on last nights homeless programme Famous, Rich and Homeless (concluding part BBC1 9pm tonight) who I intend to write something about tomorrow.
Despair, despair, despair! So sad!
SundaysChild | June 25, 2009 - 20:44
Very moving indeed.
sarah wilson | June 25, 2009 - 20:48
"I sifted the negatives,
searching
for the tentative hope."
These lines really touched me in a moving poem.
Sarah x
Nathan Bednarek | June 25, 2009 - 21:58
'Please God, tell mummy from me,
I am sorry!
I will not be bold again!'
A very poignant poem, Chris; that stanza I quoted is very effective. It emphasises the unfairness of the fate of such an innocent child.
Just one little thing- I don't think you need a full-stop after the exclamation mark in the third line.
This poem really hits the spot for me. Well done.
Nathan ;-)
Curse of 222 | June 26, 2009 - 20:09
the first and last stanzas really stand out for me. very good write.
jason