Little Girl - Poem by Coen Carter
I thought I had no passion, I thought it was a lie.
But then I found compassion and softly start to cry.
It wasn't for myself I was crying for another.
I was crying for a little girl who had just lost her mother.
I saw her little eyes and her little chin would quiver.
I saw her deep inside as she was holding back the river.
She wouldn't let it beat her so no tears did fall.
This brave little girl was holding it back for us all.
She knew if her father saw even a little frown.
The river would get stronger to beat her father down.
So she sat there bravely quiet but not content.
And watched them talk about mummy not knowing what it ment.
Her face was strong but soul was weak but she fought with all her will.
Trying like a 4yr old does to understand whats been killed.
Then there came that time in the silence of the service.
When she gets to speak even though that she was nervous.
As she walked up to give her little eulogy.
My thoughts began to wonder what these words will do to me.
Will they pierce like lightening will i be better than before
or will i burst out crying and start running for the door?
I guess i wouldn't know, so i sat there patient.
Staring at a nervous girl with a face that was vacant.
The Girl Then Speaks:
Um i don't know what to say to you, she is still my mummy
She could make me better when i had a real sore tummy.
She always gave me kisses and always said I Love You
We watched the little mermaid and it was just us two.
I loved the way she smelt and when she gave me cuddles
Sometimes when it rained we'd play out side in the puddles.
My mummy always said death is part of life.
I remember when she said it, it was the day that Roger died.
Roger was my gold fish I accidentially forgot to feed him
So she flushed him down the toilet instead of putting him in the bin.
But now I just have Daddy and i know hes mad
But i am never worried because its only cause he's sad
One night when i was sleeping mummy crawled into my bed
She told me a little story for Daddy and she said.
Um well i can't really tell you all because it is a secret
And i promised mummy that i'll always keep it.
Anyway i'm done i am really tired
Thats all that i could think of from a woman i admired.
Thankyou all for listening now put a smile on your face
because we'll all see mummy just in another place.
Well as soon as she walked off that stage the river began to flow
The flood gates had been opened and then i had to go.
I never want to see that or hear a heartbreaks voice.
So now my compassions passion thats my new life choice....
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