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In The Eyes of a Boy
written by HowlinWolf03:40 PM 4/22/05I knew my ABC's.
I could read.
Until I was five years old,
my life was gold.
The tree's limb fell,
and nothing was well.
Shattered me,
the blood forsaken tree.
We attracted a crowd.
The horrified screams were loud.
As I lay dying,
my mother sat crying. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
The easiest way to describe this is that it's true. I was at an amusement park last summer, the only time I went at all. That day, fate was cruel. A tree branch fell and killed a little boy; I was there and saw everything.
This is my memoir to a little boy who didn't have long to be in this world.
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