Bold, brave
and beautiful
strong of limb
bright of eye
the little girl
of eight
or nine
too young to hide
her
disappointment
and misery
stamped her foot
with frustration
while
passers by
blind
to her need
refused
her outstretched
hand
as she
begged.
I was afraid
for her.
Oh my Goodness, this is heart wrenching, such attention to fine detail, a beautiful yet sad piece of excellence* Thankyou for sharing it with the reader, Oh if you have the time Please read, , ' HOW MANY KNOCKS? ' Love duncan X
Emotionally vivid, your touching poem was well worth reading.
As if I were there while you saw the little girl. Nice touchy poem. So I gave 10.
Your subject grabs at my heart, the flow of your poem pleases the palate of my mind. Good job, Gillian. Ron
Gillian, your timing and metre in this poem are so good! tears sprang to my eyes at the last line and I felt what you did - though I admit with shame that in life I fight these feelings back, in fear that I'll be overwhelmed by them.
A great poem Gillian, it's always worrying to see a child in distress and wondering if you should get involved. Well written. Best wishes, Andrew
dear shaw, i found the last two verses rather surprising and intriguing. why were u afraid ofher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gillian, Lovely poetry. The shattering of of innocence, of childhood dreams and expectations is so very cruel, and I think you capture this sadness in your write... portrayed by a childs anger. Thankyou Egal..