Saturday, December 11, 2010

Children Lost...


Papa drinks his coffee at the table, unaware of the children standing in the shadows.
Outside the snow is falling, the wind howling, creating great drifts about the house.
Mama rocks quietly by the fire, a far away look in her misty eyes.
It stands against the wall, dry and cracking, dusty from disuse.
Once the bearer of so much joy.  A small, tow-headed boy flew down the snowy hillside.
His laughter could be heard across the dales.
Papa laughed, too, then and Mama sang songs of joy.
Until that fateful day that claimed their littlest boy.

12 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this poem a lot.
    It is filled with picturesque
    imagery mixed with human
    frailty and sadness; yet somehow
    holds the poetics up beautiful,
    touching us on several meridians.

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  2. There's nothing more tragic and more unnatural in life than the death of a child. The once happy family becomes an extinct fire.
    You've succeeded in conveying this in a few sensitive and yet powerful sentences.

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  3. Glenn - Thank you so much. The death of a child leaves such terrible scars, all handled differently by the survivors. Please stop by often.

    Lucy - Sorry, I thought I depicted a family suffering the loss of the youngest child. Hope this finishes it for you. Thanks for commenting and please stop by again.

    Duta - As always, you get me. Thanks so much for your positive remarks.

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  4. oh what a sad story - it changes everything, the death of a child... well done, the poem

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  5. Joy and heartbreak..hand in hand..very poignant!

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  6. Lovingly written this sad poem

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  7. Well told. Poignant and sad piece, to be sure.

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  8. Beautifully and poignantly expressed.
    The family is changed forever by the death of a child, something is broken never to be mended.

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  9. Such a tender poem,full of the joys of life, and the sadness....beautifully written!

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  10. Quite moving. The children and their desire. The parents picking up the threads of daily life, but not forgetting. You painted a picture with words. Lovely, lovely.

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