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Array ( [sid] => 71484 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fallen Son [time] => 2004-11-14 18:03:25 [hometext] => English project! It's about one of my mom's childhood friends. [bodytext] => A piercing scream rushes into a mother's head
Startled and shaken, she sits up in her bed
She reassures herself that he's fine
It's not the place, and it's not his time

A young man of just eighteen
He couldn't have died, there was too much he hadn't seen
He hadn't experienced going to college
He was a good boy, with lots of knowledge

He hadn't experienced real love, or even a first kiss
He was unaware of such a passionate bliss
He was a very good looking boy, just a little shy
But over all, he was the perfect guy

Yet as the mother sat up reassuring herself that he was all right
Her son was screaming into the dark night
Pleading with God with no time to cry
In those few seconds, memories of his mother flew by

He said God if I don't make it, keep her safe for me
As he remembered the time she held him as he cried over a scraped knee
Help her stay financialy secure
But most of all, let her know how much I love her

And with that final thought his plane crashed into the ground
After those long seconds of spiraling around
Dennis was dead very soon after
But his mother would never forget the sound of his laughter

At the funeral, a weeping mother held onto the casket
Trembling, she just couldn't handle it
She asked him, I wonder if you knew
That on that night, I was thinking of you

I wonder if you thought of me
As she prayed on her knee
Little did she know as he lay losing the fight
She was the one memory he left the world with that night [comments] => 4 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Colleen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Fallen Son

Contributed by Colleen on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 06:03:25 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



A piercing scream rushes into a mother's head
Startled and shaken, she sits up in her bed
She reassures herself that he's fine
It's not the place, and it's not his time

A young man of just eighteen
He couldn't have died, there was too much he hadn't seen
He hadn't experienced going to college
He was a good boy, with lots of knowledge

He hadn't experienced real love, or even a first kiss
He was unaware of such a passionate bliss
He was a very good looking boy, just a little shy
But over all, he was the perfect guy

Yet as the mother sat up reassuring herself that he was all right
Her son was screaming into the dark night
Pleading with God with no time to cry
In those few seconds, memories of his mother flew by

He said God if I don't make it, keep her safe for me
As he remembered the time she held him as he cried over a scraped knee
Help her stay financialy secure
But most of all, let her know how much I love her

And with that final thought his plane crashed into the ground
After those long seconds of spiraling around
Dennis was dead very soon after
But his mother would never forget the sound of his laughter

At the funeral, a weeping mother held onto the casket
Trembling, she just couldn't handle it
She asked him, I wonder if you knew
That on that night, I was thinking of you

I wonder if you thought of me
As she prayed on her knee
Little did she know as he lay losing the fight
She was the one memory he left the world with that night




Copyright © Colleen ... [ 2004-11-14 18:03:25]
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Re: Fallen Son (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 08:51:52 PM AEST
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Very touching and well done!!
Jenni


Re: Fallen Son (User Rating: 1 )
by humboldthunny17 on Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 08:34:40 PM AEST
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this touched me:) good write


Re: Fallen Son (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 07:00:42 PM AEST
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it touches that one place in your heart....very hard to do sometimes
terrific write

~*Bethani*~


Re: Fallen Son (User Rating: 1 )
by tangle on Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 06:48:53 PM AEST
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Very good word progression. A true poem.




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