A Boy Poem by lindsey ashton

A Boy

Rating: 4.3


My daughter came home crying, so hard she couldn’t speak,
I tried my best to calm her, wiping the tears from her cheek,
What is it my dear that’s upset you, Why are you crying so?
“Oh mummy, its too awful, you wouldn’t want to know”.
If you tell me what is bothering you, there may be something I can do.
“There’s nothing you can do mummy”, she said between her cries,
“They’ll say they didn’t do it, they’ll say you’re telling lies”.
What’s happened to my daughter, to cause her this distress,
What’s happened that’s so awful, to make her such a mess?
I’ve never seen her like this before, oh, what can I do?
You need to tell me darling, what has happened to you.
“Oh mummy“, she said her voice shaking, “ its not me its happening to, it’s the boy who sits in my class and I didn’t know what to do
They called him names and they kicked him, they laughed and watched him cry,
They punched him and they beat him, and left him there to die.'
I came straight home to you mum, I left him there too,
Does that make me as bad as them after seeing what he went through? ”.
Oh no, my dear you did the right thing to come straight home and tell me,
Just tell me his name, I will ring the school and they can inform his family.
“I don’t know his name mum, nobody does”, she mumbled through her cries
'That is why it is so sad, nobody cares if he dies,
But I care mum, I really do, come with me to see if he’s alright”.
We walked to the park and as we neared him, she gripped my hand so tight,
“he’s still there mummy”, she screamed forcing her face into my arm, '
You stay here, I’ll go, I really need you to stay calm.
I walked to the boy with no name, he was laid face down in the dirt,
A soft groaning noise came from this child, I could see that he was hurt.
I rolled him over on my knee, his eyes were black with fear,
Its ok I’ve come to help you, you’ll be better soon my dear.
I called an ambulance and waited, they came and took him away,
Come home I told my daughter, tomorrow we’ll know if he’s ok.
I wait the next day for my daughter, she never comes home late,
Then a strange face I’ve never seen before comes walking through my gate,
“Mrs Jones I am the headmaster from the school your daughter attends,
I have some news of your daughter, the facts given by her friends.
She saw a boy beaten last night, and sadly in hospital he died,
I told the class this news today, and your daughter sat and cried.
Nobody knew the boy, but your daughter said she did,
She saw the bullies beat the boy from the bushes where she hid”.
I helped the boy I told him, and sent him to A&E,
But headmaster you stand alone, where is my Abby Lee?
“When leaving school this afternoon, she was walking on her own,
She took a different route to avoid the park, hurrying to get home,
The bullies stopped her in the street “you shouldn’t have said a word,
Now what we do is all your fault, you’ll get what you deserve”
They called her names and they kicked her, they laughed and watched her cry,
They punched her and they beat her, and left her there to die”.
My head fell back, it wasn’t true, this hasn’t happened, no,
Where is my daughter tell me now, tell me where to go.
“She lays in bed in a deep sleep in St. Catherine’s by the town
Collect your things and things for her, and I will take you down”.
There she laid in intensive care, my baby girl is dying,
All because she helped the boy who was left there hurt and crying.
She died that night my Abby, bullies took her away,
Now I’ll never hear her laughter again, or watch her joke and play,
I love you my brave Abby, I held her hand in mine,
We’ll be together again someday, its just a matter of time.
The bullies will go to prison, and will pay for what they have done,
I’ll never let them ever forget the day they took my loved one.
Good night Abby Lee, you mean the world to me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
*Trusting You* 07 December 2008

wow... wow... I dont even know what to say but that is magnificent… incredible and it made me teary eyed.phenomenal job. Becca

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Fred Babbin 13 December 2008

Quite a work of art.

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Dans Only 21 March 2009

Brought tears to my eyes.10.

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pink strawberry 23 April 2009

You drived speechless, your an amazing writter! ! ! ! OMG! ! ! Its a really really nice poem but its also sad.Personaly, i think that bulliers have to be punished.It was a pleasure to read the poem! Keep on writing! ! Jenny

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a moving and an awesome verse! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Nathan Gibbons 27 April 2009

a good narrative...a bit longer than i had assumed it would be but excusable and understanable due to the subject matter

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Marissa e ' 24 April 2009

i love it, and thank you for asking me to read this poem.

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Jerry Abrahamson 24 April 2009

Wow, I loved the story although it is very sad. Very weell writen.

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Ken E Hall 24 April 2009

A bully plague is in every town and you have brought it to the fore great poem on this subject...... when 12 I tackled the school bully for hitting a weaker boy and received a broken femur... well done regards

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Paul Prescott 24 April 2009

This really gripping and moving, best poem i've seen in years I love it but nearly made me cry well done xxx

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lindsey ashton

wigan, manchester UK
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