Hey everyone. This poem was written bởi Pamela Prentiss-Harrison
The night falls gentle upon the earth
but hard within the tim, trái tim of a terror-filled child.
There is no peace this night
but a sentry-like awareness of
every noise, every movement
within the house.
A silent prayer is taken upon the wings
of the mourning dove
who waters the ground below with its tears
watching puddles form where each drop lands
forming a new ocean of sorrow.
There is no peace this night.
The tender child draws itself
into a tiny ball as if to disappear
... footsteps are heard in the hall
"please no" is whispered, "please go" is...
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