Her Last Tear Poem by Kathrine Philip

I am working on my project, again
She came into my life, with love that won’t end.
She was only seven, what could she know?
Yet here she in her cute little dress ever so yellow.

She asked me what I was doing
I told her I was drawing
She asked me why I drew circles.
I told her they are my secret wishes.

Everyday she came into my studies,
She would give me supper to help my body.
When ever I would sneeze
She would come in crying

“I love you, Sister”
That is what she would call me…
“I love you, Cindy”
Though there were no blood similarities…

We would play and grow together,
Our best seasons was in the summer
Even when I had heartbreaks,
She would tell me everything is okay.

Heck, she even told me boys had coodies,
She said she will never get married.
How I wish she didn’t,
For she got her wishes

One day her father grew angry,
Accusing me of acting like her mommy
She died long ago when Cindy was three.
Yet I have a feeling that he is lying.

I decided to change my research,
To their family history
What I found was most shocking,
He was a murder, he killed his past families

I realized his wife didn’t die,
She was drowned at sea,
No accident could happen so easy
Then I heard a child scream
“Cindy! ”
I yelled breathlessly
No time for 911
I have to hurry

I ran to that old gate,
Hoping that I wasn’t too late
The door was unlocked,
There were no more dogs.

I entered the kitchen,
Blood everywhere
I see something shinny,
It was the dead dog’s hair…

I screamed at the sight,
How could someone hurt a K-9?
Then I knew his daughter wasn’t alive.
I ran upstairs to her room,
There he stood over her in gloom.

“What did you do? ”
I screamed my eyesight blurry.
“Only what God told me”
He said slyly.

“I caught you, you bas-”
“Don’t say names to me”
I was worried, he was starring at me.
His knife in hand holding it free

I saw my life go by
I noticed his pants had a fly.
“WHAT did you DO? ”
The common answers, sex, drugs, murder.

I heard a voice,
So sweet yet dead
“Big sister, run, Daddy doesn’t like guest.”
I saw he move her head, with a tear falling dead.

In rage, I took that glass doll.
I threw it at his head.
For I came fast enough, his daughter is not dead.
I took every glass object

I made my own prayers.
No way in HELL he was going to be blessed
The neighbors must have heard
The police came into our neighborhood.

They ran into the room
To see me crying with her
She had sneezed blood
This time I was the one crying

“I love you, Lil’ sis”
I said chocking
“I love-”
Those were the last words she said.