Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

# # Out Of The Blue - Poem by Sonya Florentino

A little girl on the bus today
made another little girl cry
When she wouldn’t let the
other one sit beside her

The dejected girl ran back to
her father’s lap in tears
While the other girl’s mother
kept saying “I’m sorry, we’re sorry”

Everyone in the bus looked so unhappy
The sobbing girl broke everyone’s heart
As for me, I thought, well
Isn’t she lucky…

I tried hard not to recall
another little girl
Who couldn’t find solace
from a dark cruel world
(But I couldn't...)

I run out the bus
But not fast enough
She was already crying


© 2009 Sonya Florentino


Comments about # # Out Of The Blue by Sonya Florentino

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (12/8/2009 6:49:00 PM)

    Interesting how small incidents can trigger personal reactions that run deep. The story of the little girl on the bus introduces your personal confession very cleverly. The result is as moving as it is unexpected. A well crafted poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 233 Points Kesav Easwaran (12/8/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    'tried hard not to recall
    another little girl
    Who couldn’t find solace
    from a dark cruel world'...

    hi Sonya, there your poem lives...in its eternity!
    liked the theme...and its presentation all the more...10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nikunj Sharma (12/7/2009 4:39:00 AM)

    a shade sad, a shade touching,
    a shade deep loaded with meaning
    your poem is very good Sonya...I liked it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points george george (12/6/2009 3:30:00 PM)

    Heartbreaking and real, this little poem is a gem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 47 Points Meggie Gultiano (12/6/2009 5:42:00 AM)

    reading this, my heart bleeds..I can also relate to this story.
    A sad and touching piece..but I love it.Well done, Sonya (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Patrick A. Martin (12/5/2009 10:58:00 PM)

    I remember once a very successful pickpocket saying that the sectret of his success was he never picked empty pockets. As a man I looked for years trying to work out where I went wrong than I discovered i was asking people who didn't have the answers questions. (picking empty pockets) Then one day I met a man who told me if I wanted the little boy to stop hurting I had to look after him. I stated to ask the right people how I could best do this and using those answers I stopped my little boys hurt. those that hurt you can't heal you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Sandra Martyres (12/3/2009 11:08:00 PM)

    Sonya, thanks to Patti I discovered this masterpiece of a poem. It is as emotiaonally touching as it is beautiful... I can only hope taht the little girl has stopped crying and has found some tlc..10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Prashant Shaurya (12/3/2009 8:40:00 AM)

    this one's a masterpiece, so very well penned..
    and my heart goes out for the dejected girl..
    well the mother saying we are sorry pleases a bit..
    10+++
    regards
    prashant (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (12/2/2009 6:06:00 AM)

    This is a powerful emotionally charged poem Sonya and so very well penned. We women all have a little girl in us that needs to be loved and nurtured and your little girl is no exception, although she may have found life more difficult than others. As the other poets say 'love her and say all is well'.

    10 love Karin (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 471 Points Patti Masterman (12/1/2009 10:05:00 AM)

    Wow this really made my heart ache for that little girl, still unclaimed in the past,
    out of reach forever now. Just keep loving her; and everything will turn out fine in the end. (smile) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (12/1/2009 9:34:00 AM)

    Very soul touching, Sonya. A
    poignant story. I hope that
    the little girl is not crying
    anymore.

    Kind wishes,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2009


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