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The Crying Woman
by Chermayn Fong (Age: 20)
copyright 11-20-2007


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 


What is it? A thought crossed the mind
Is there such a thing as being kind?
The little boy that stood so high
Now has changed to a slumping guy.

His eyes so red
His face so pale
His mother bled...
Before his eyes
His father's face,
No longer wise.

Fate is nothing
To be compared
To anyone who really dared,
The cruel game of
Life and death
scarred this boy
Last of his mother's breath.

So many nights, too many days
Too many things that cannot say
These feelings, so raw
So, so wrong
The little boy...no longer strong.

The fate, his faith is no longer here
All he could feel is only fear.
I cry for him day and night
Too many times I hear those fights

Alas, my friend what can I do?
For a special friend, only for you?
This wintry night I do declare,
What is right and wrong,
What is what, who's fare.

As the little boy's mother dared
I will take all their despair.
I took the steel, so strong, defiant
I am here, my friend for you...forever.

I write this poem just for you
To take care of the father
That did not care, all but for his
Drunken glare.
I change this fate of young and old
I will take the wings of vengeance
And dance with death forever.

As the gun shot rang across the streets,
Cars with multicolored lights
Took myself away.
The boy that once stood proud and tall...
Stared at the back of my head.

I love you, and this is all I can do
To release the pain for you.
Your mother, the crying woman has passed
And I eased her spirit at last.


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04-04-2008 Susan Brown    

This puts thoughts into my head about all the innocent children who will become dysfunctional people (as adults) due to the fact they're born into substance abuse households. Some being rescued by intervention, some not being so lucky. Sad truth spelled out for us all to think about. You sure hit that note on my heartstrings.

Susan


11-22-2007 Reginald Fredericks    

This is a great piece. I loved the story engraved in this and I hope the one whom you wrote it for it very pleased with ya. Excellent work!!!


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