Three Poems: Unable, Hope, and What's Wrong
By Jianna S., Williamson, NY
Unable Sitting by her bedside unable to speak wanting so hard to cry i'm tearless wondering what will happen loning to say Momma i love you stay Momma stay looking up at Dad he mouths out ilove you Momma looks up she knows her time has come please Momma I'm too young i feel her soft hands she's slipping away Momma don't go Don't go away Hope This cruel cold world will stop and end what i'm saying is true so listen my friend he is coming back it's true it's true so why do you stand here and look so blue now what i am saying let it be so so get up and pack your bags let's go please listen my friend please just hear the little brown bird singing in your ear and if you don't hear it come and see me i'll help you out and you shall see the waves of the ocean so gentle not bad don't cover your ears ye little lad just go don't buy those horrible things that trap your brain and if you do your death could be in vain so go downstairs not back up we'll sit down here and have a cup this cruel cold world will come to an end what i'm saying is true so listen my friend What's Wrong Whats wrong little girl with puffy red eyes whats wrong little orphan who looks with surprise are you crying because you lost your mother or because you cant find your way home whats wrong little girl whats wrong little orphan whats wrong
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