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
All Rights Reserved


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Comments
Rated with hugs
Rated with love
You express so well, the desperation, the heartbreak.
Rated.
I had forgotten that it is winter there!
RomanticPoetess: It is sad. Very hard to watch.
trilogy: He was so desperate, tril. My heart breaks to watch is heart break.
Susie: Yes... winter it is here but I'm lucky ... it's quite mild in my part of the world.
How can you not cry seeing and hearing something like that right in front of you???
Patrick: You're right on both counts ... but mostly hard to watch.
Rated for the child always inside.
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
Patricia: Yes, so true. Thank you so much for being here.
Hey, and why is it that you call yourself "Old Kate" ??? I'm not so young you know! I am a grandmother!
Thank you for coming by to read. I do appreciate it. Very much.
Ah Kate....
Lezlie
Lezlie: I guess it is all too familiar. Sigh.
Sarah: I'm sorry. Thank you for reading though. I do appreciate it.
♥R
Thanks for coming by to read, Leon.
Gary: It is pretty hard hitting and the last few days the little fellow struggles even more so. Thank you for reading.
Thank you for coming by, dear anna. I do appreciate your heart and spirit.