Estelle Paris

(Lebanon, Pennsylvania)

Why, Mommy, Why? - Poem by Estelle Paris

Why, Mommy, why must you do this? I’ve barely just begun. I’ll
never be allowed to have any fun. The world is full of colors
which I may never see. The world is full of food my tummy wants
to try. Why, Mommy, why? Plenty of food I want to taste. Why
put me to waste. The crime is bad. This I know. I promise I’ll
be one you will be proud to show. Why do I have to go? I’m here
for a reason yet unknown, but will that reason forever be blown?
Seasons come, seasons go. Are they pretty? Will I ever know? I
continue to grow as each day goes by. I continue to pray but yet
I ask, “Why, Mommy, Why?”


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  • (2/1/2006 6:58:00 PM)


    I think this is a very powerful poem and very moving. I like it a lot. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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