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Subject: (A Verse) "The Forgotten"

Posted By:  doodler222
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Posted On:  3/21/2002 9:46 AM 0 Replies

The Forgotten.....

It's the holiday season now...
I can tell by the ornaments sparkling in the night
And the quiet lull of the Christmas jingles I hear...
The kind of loneliness - that hurts more when you weep

The snow comes down harder
As the wind whips to & fro...
Feeling its bite through my torn, dirty coat
It's wailing whisper mocking me

A lady in mink passes me by
Lingering long enough to toss a quarter & scoff
Long enough to lose balance of her tower of gifts...
With fancy bows & glittering wrapping
Tumbling to the ground

As I leapt to help her
She jumped back & shrieked
Loudly denying my aid
Voicing unkind words my way
Hurriedly scampering past after retrieving her packages
Still faintly muttering as she went

Hurt & embarrassed - I fingered her generous gift
Imagining her coat on my small thin body
And the blanked of warmth it would offer....
Curious about the packages
Pretending it would be 'me.'...
To be surprised by the promise they held

The aroma of ample feasts -- fill the air
Swirling around me -- teasing my hunger even more
In comfort I cling to a stale sandwich someone discarded
Each bite I take -- is not of it....
But an imaginary feast of my own

I look up as the Carolers approach
Letting my small weak voice join theirs in celebration
But - they only laugh as they pass me
Jeering - kicking dirty snow my way
Even as they disappear out of sight
Their taunts still burn my ears

My tears begin to fall
Streaking my unwashed face
Desperately running my fingers thru my tangled hair
Wishing I hadn't lost my comb so long ago
Wishing, so simply for a warm blanket
Or a small sparse meal to hush my hunger
Most of all, a kind word or gesture to comfort my ailing heart

The rhythm of my sobs lull me to sleep
Wondering if tomorrow I will awake
To relive this day again and yet again
Wondering which will claim me first -
The cold harsh Winter - or my fate in this cruel world.

I am so young -- and once was someone's child.....
But now - I am just -- forgotten........


Debbie Waldron (deb)
http://my.talentx.com/doodler

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