I watched from afar
A little girl In her
Yard
Where are her parents?
Where are her friends?
She brings out her dolls
For Monday afternoon tea
Tuesday she runs free
Wednesday she climbs a tree
Thursday she builds a fort
Friday she teaches herself
To ride a Bike
And Saturday she attempts to befriend
captured wild life
Sunday she gets ready for
Monday and starts her cycle all over
Again
Where are her parents?
Where are her friends?
The little girl has every thing
She could ever need
Right in her yard
She doesn’t need anyone to be happy!
She’s all happy alone!
At night when
She’d long fallen asleep
Her parents
Come home.
Trying not to wake her
As they had silent fights
She heard every word
But that never fazed her
The little girl raised herself
Knowing right from wrong
But not knowing
How to relate to any one else
Eleven years later
She takes the world
By storm
But still alone.
The now adolescent girl
Watches as her parents
Take claim to her
Talent and fame
Barely remembering her name
Oh how they should be ashamed
All I can do
Is watch this girl
There’s nothing I can do
To ease her pain
It’s up to her how she lives
Life’s game.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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2 comments:
This kind of reminds me of a song. Its a good song.
Good poem... touching point.
what song?
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