JasonA Poem by Geralyn Millersorrowfully he stands, outside. watching, wishing, wanting, waiting with a patience, uncharacteristic of his seven years.
He waits for his friends, two little boys; who once lived there, in the now childless house.
H does not understand why his friends do not come home. He does not understand why anyone would hit and kill his friends, who were walking back to the car with their Mama. He does not understand.
And neither do I. © 2010 Geralyn Miller |
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2010 Last Updated on August 23, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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