Little Child

by Indian Comma Bean   Jun 3, 2008


Little child tell me,
What's your favorite color.
Tell me who's your father,
What does he do?

Show me where you play,
And tell me scary stories,
I'll pretend I am afraid,
As we sit in our tent.

Ride your little tricycle,
But only on the walkway,
Bounce your rubber ball,
But not inside the house.

As months begin to pass,
I rarely see you now,
You're hooked up to machines,
If only I knew how to help...

So doctor will you tell me,
How long does he have,
What can I do for him,
Because he's the only one I've ever had.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Hollywood

    That was really sad.I hate this is going on everyday with so many familys.The saddest thing is most time you cant really do anything about what is happening but to pray.Pray that he/she will be ok.And most of the time it teaches you something teaches the family something! Its hard to sit back and watch a family member lie in bed and die! Im sorry that you are going through this.But this was really good! I hate how they can be born like this and like you cant do everything you would like to do with the child.

  • 16 years ago

    by Michelle

    Well this poem is really sad... Im so sorry for what you have to go through... Good job and keep writting!

  • 16 years ago

    by JaM

    Wow, that's so sad. The saddest part of it all is that there really are situations like that around the world that so many people are ignorant to and yet give no thought to. I truly appreciate your poem as it does give us people that moment to think about that.

    I really love the blatant truth in your poem, your imagery is clear and it certainly touches the heart.

    Great work.

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