Sorciere Posted August 29, 2003 Report Posted August 29, 2003 The balloon was red and glowing in his hands The sun shone through it reflecting on his face His big smile said exactly where he was A very happy kid in a happy place His mom looked down and ruffled up his hair The day at the fete had been so full of fun They headed up the hill, his hand in hers Their bodies were outlined in the setting sun As they reached the gate the child ran ahead Eager to show pappa what he won that day Pappa took his cigar and burst the balloon Once more the boy's spirit had been washed away
Peredhil Posted August 30, 2003 Report Posted August 30, 2003 At least he had the moment of happiness... Much of life's tomorrows build on the way we focus and extract todays.
Alaeha Posted August 30, 2003 Report Posted August 30, 2003 Sad... I'm not sure what to say beyond that. It's good, though.
Parmenion Posted August 30, 2003 Report Posted August 30, 2003 It'll toughen the lad up Nice work Sorc!
Sorciere Posted August 31, 2003 Author Report Posted August 31, 2003 haha parm, trust you. The poem was written to reflect that not all abuse has to be physical or indeed continuous to harm, sometimes the smallest things we do as adults can hurt children in ways we don't even know. A wrong word here, a small action there, these too are the things remembered by children, not just the big fights or the loud rows, some of my most painful memories are of a few words said without thinking, or something done in fun that was not amusing to me as a child. Sorry it is so sad.
Merelas Posted August 31, 2003 Report Posted August 31, 2003 Aptly named, well executed. I enjoyed this, although the sadness does permeate it eventually. Even so, emotion cannot overcome talent... or maybe it can. What do I know? I would love to read more.
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