Monday, October 16, 2006

Rescue

Your smile Stares at me
From the framed photographs
On my wall
Your giggle
On repeat in my memory
What I would give
To rescue you
From a reality
You are too young to despise
Soon, you will grow up
And learn to hate
The life you’ve been handed
And me,
Who could not—
Would not?—
Rescue you

1 Comments:

At 10/24/06, 8:38 AM, Blogger Scraps said...

This poem makes me sad.

 

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