Bereft Poem by Pen Anthony
Bereft
One red
Two red
Three red
She nips the roses
Holds them above her head
'A white one ' she says
Her face glowing like a new moon
As she goes to nip it
She stops and calls her mummy
Drops the flowers and lets out a cry
Her tiny hand on her left ankle
Two tiny pink dots appear to swell
She falls in her mother's arms
And whispers' mummy it hurts '
Her face becomes pale as her eyes shut.
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