Ellie Dalton


Her. - Poem by Ellie Dalton

The twinkle of laughter
like bells in the wind.
Its her I look after
She's never sinned.

Hands intertwined,
dancing away
she's always on mind
until that dark day

She wandered astray
now dull and gray
for her I pray,
yet she never returns?

Still small and frail
never deserved this
skinny and pale
no longer with bliss.

I lay her to sleep
know she's in peace
I can't help but weep
for her life has ceased

I go home alone
that night I wake
I can't help but moan
I see her face

There she is,
Don't worry she says
Now she is his
And happy at last.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

My younger sister died when I was 12, It was one of the worst things that ever happened to me, she was hit by a car, when she wandered into the road to far, she was only 8.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013



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