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JULY 5, 2011 10:08PM

Echoing on the Chilled Air of Winter's Night

Rate: 20 Flag

 

Bewildered
Too little to understand
Bitter cold fear 
Reflected on a tear-stained, perfect little face
In vivid blue eyes
Distress and panic
Then
From a little boy’s grief-stricken heart
A plea --
Echoing on the chilled air of Winter’s night
Desolately
Desperately
Untamed and barren
Again and again --
 “Daddy!  I’m sorry daddy!”
“Come back, daddy!”

 

 

 

 

© Words by Kate Little
July 2011
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Yes it is.. this touched my heart deep down
Rated with hugs
So sad and touching, losing a father, losing love. Very hard. Such a lovely poem.
Rated with love
So powerful, Kate. "Untamed and barren"
You express so well, the desperation, the heartbreak.
Harrowing, hit me hard in the soul. Well done.
Rated.
So sad. The poor broken hearts of children.
I had forgotten that it is winter there!
Linda: It happens too often, doesn't it? So many inconsolable little hearts.

RomanticPoetess: It is sad. Very hard to watch.

trilogy: He was so desperate, tril. My heart breaks to watch is heart break.
Scylla: You and me both, Scylla ... you and me both.

Susie: Yes... winter it is here but I'm lucky ... it's quite mild in my part of the world.
Hard to look at or write about, takes courage...
I can't even imagine!!!
How can you not cry seeing and hearing something like that right in front of you???
jramelle: The emotions we are all going through at the moment in my home are nothing compared to those of an innocent little boy at the moment. Thank you, JR ... thank you.

Patrick: You're right on both counts ... but mostly hard to watch.
Almost unbearable to read, so hard when the little ones suffer.
That could be the cry of so many innocent children.....sad, but true.
This strikes me as all ages appropriate.. this could apply to a family broken by separation or divorce, it could apply to loss through death, even not too much of a stretch for leaving the family nest via adulthood (in reverse). Applicable for leaving of any kind..

Rated for the child always inside.
Little Kate:

You and RomaticPoetess have achieved the impossible. I never read poetry. You two have changed my mind, and your poem today, my heart!

R

Old Kate
l'Heure Bleue: Unbearable to watch too. I appreciate your compassion, sweet lady.

Patricia: Yes, so true. Thank you so much for being here.
Seer: Thank you for seeing that. Leaving is a very hard thing to do ... being left behind perhaps harder.
Kate: Really? Oh that's wonderful! I think sometimes poetry can speak in ways that prose just can't. I am humbled. Thank you.

Hey, and why is it that you call yourself "Old Kate" ??? I'm not so young you know! I am a grandmother!
tr ig: I know ... I know ...

Thank you for coming by to read. I do appreciate it. Very much.
This brings hot tears dripping down my face.
Ah Kate....
Heartbreaking. And all too familiar.

Lezlie
Sorry, I forgot to rate.
This is going to haunt me for awhile.
Mission: Thank you for your compassion and for being here.

Lezlie: I guess it is all too familiar. Sigh.

Sarah: I'm sorry. Thank you for reading though. I do appreciate it.
O, Kate, the last two lines! It kills me to hear little children think that it is their fault! So, so sad.
♥R
Fusun: That he was saying sorry is what really did cut me up, Fusun. Yes, that was just so darned painful to hear and see.
Childhood heartbreak stays with us forever. A sad legacy, Kate.
Leon: It is. A very sad legacy. For sure.

Thanks for coming by to read, Leon.
This broke my heart.
A ton of bricks could not hit my emotions so hard as the last two lines....
Alysa: I'm sorry, Alysa ... but I do appreciate your compassion. Thank you so much for reading.

Gary: It is pretty hard hitting and the last few days the little fellow struggles even more so. Thank you for reading.
So many ways to touch the heart. So many ways to ache. A child's ache though is the hardest ache. If only we could lift such aching away ... but when we can't we ache for the little one who knows only ache.
anna1liese: At times this little one seems to be doing okay but there are moments where he is lashing out right now. Lashing out in frustration, in not knowing why his world has been turned upside down, in not knowing why he can't see his dad every day ... in pain.

Thank you for coming by, dear anna. I do appreciate your heart and spirit.
This gave me chills. I can relate.
Pamela: I'm so sorry. The shame is that there are just so many who can relate.