HURT
It was late one night
My little brother sobbed
It just wasn't right
We had said our prayers
But the ambulance came
The hurt we feel. Airs
They took our MOM away
Dad is never home
Not even 5, we pray
Baby sitters galore
We miss mom
Life is hard and a bore
Policemen came to get us
Memory of dad, a blur
We put up a fuss
We lost all of our toys
They even took our dolls
My sister and us two boys
She had made us each a clown
A clown of many colors
To keep away the frowns
I forgot what mom looked like
To a Cinderella book I clung
Cinderella mom, just alike
The fear and insecurity
Got lost in societies absurdity
Of innocence and purity
Mom like dad disappeared
From our conscious reality
To get close to anyone we feared
Life can be hurtful for a child under 5
JDW©2007
HURT
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