Crayons

by Maple Tree   Sep 5, 2017


Colored crayons
scribbled messages
and I love you.

Crumbled juice boxes
barbie dolls
and flower print dresses.

She was just about five
or so
and I still hear her giggle,

Under the stars at night
while she works the streets...

I write for all the mothers
and father's who lay awake
at night, hoping they won't
get a phone call saying

"Your child was found dead on the streets"

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  • 4 years ago

    by Switchblade89

    That hits me. Right from the get go.

  • 7 years ago

    by Natalie84

    Without knowing what this is about... this still pains me. Strong and emotional. As usual.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, I continue to hold out hope that one day soon your baby bird will be safely with you. The absolute worse is the not knowing. Prayers and hugs sending your way-

  • 7 years ago

    by Lucifer

    Andrea, seriously, don't know how to comment on such sensitive poems you write.
    The loss of our dear ones is always tragical, and especially if it's a children it's unforgettable.

    I Just hope and pray you find peace in your heart from all of your sufferings.

  • 7 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ouch! This is hard to even read ... let alone live with. I just can't imagine. It's a painfully bittersweet write x
    =^.^=

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