An overweight childs dispair.
Far from the childrens laughter,
in a tear stained heart secrets would unfold,
Love a dream, a fairytale,
what not once was hers to hold.
Far from the bickering of loud kids
a few coats dangling on a swing
I seen a face so detailed with
pain
life had not paved its
path with anything.
As I fought withn to approach this child
a tugging pulled at me,
Little round legs, were slowly swaying
words were the key.
I spoke to her, like the speed of a jet
a truth raced and spread pain
in every direction,
the longing for that moment to have
a friend,
was ceased with rejection.
Sweaty palms slightly dirty rested
on the playground bars,
A sigh flowed from dry lips,
A body too heavy could not do like the others,
the one legged flips.
Of a parents anger was she a victim
Of a parents love a forgotten daughter,
My soul wanted to hover over her
.and chase all the agony an evil taught her.
Within an hour I was able to search and let
her choose the many qualities she was blinded
in knowing,
A mere touch of ray,
brought a smile that day,
As she waved goodbye,
I saw in her face a happiness glowing.
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Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-09 at 01:30
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She's different...
Far from the childrens laughter,
in a tear stained heart secrets would unfold,
Love a dream, a fairytale,
what not once was hers to hold.
Far from the bickering of loud kids
a few coats dangling on a swing
I seen a face so detailed with
pain
life had not paved its
path with anything.
As I fought withn to approach this child
a tugging pulled at me,
Little round legs, were slowly swaying
words were the key.
I spoke to her, like the speed of a jet
a truth raced and spread pain
in every direction,
the longing for that moment to have
a friend,
was ceased with rejection.
Sweaty palms slightly dirty rested
on the playground bars,
A sigh flowed from dry lips,
A body too heavy could not do like the others,
the one legged flips.
Of a parents anger was she a victim
Of a parents love a forgotten daughter,
My soul wanted to hover over her
.and chase all the agony an evil taught her.
Within an hour I was able to search and let
her choose the many qualities she was blinded
in knowing,
A mere touch of ray,
brought a smile that day,
As she waved goodbye,
I saw in her face a happiness glowing.
.
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 654 times
Written on 2006-06-09 at 01:30
Tags Hope
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