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When My Parents Died

#7828 - 1--Mick--When My Parents Died--2002-12-02 10:00:00

#tragic poem about my child hood losing my parents - It was cold and dark that night,


not remember much from that not so uplifting flight.


The rain was hard, and the wind was strong.


My parents stood before me, proving the world wrong.


We were becoming refugees, me, my mum, and my dad,


fledging a country for America, for harmony, peace, and love, which we all once had.





I don’t remember much, be as I was only four,


but the things I do remember, make me tremble at the site of a shore.


My mum put me aside a rock, and told me to look away.


But I stared in horror, as a man fired, and my parents pray.


They fell before me, their eyes open, in fear and sudden death.


That was the last they took of breath.





I gasped in horror, but I did not look away, and I did not cry.


I trembled in cold, as I saw my parents die.


The man laughed and left my parents where they lied,


but I tried to help them, I tried...





I could not bear the pain, I did not sleep that night,


at the fear of losing them went they were out of sight.


Now you must understand, I was only a child,


and now, all I can remember, was that my parents smiled.





Not when they died, but when they told me of my future with hope,


I was going to grow up and be free, and I was going to cope.


But that night of horror, of rain in my face,


they fell before me like the sudden death, without any grace.


The thunder had struck as the gun was blown,


and the lightening led my eyes to the truth, of me being alone.





I didn't sleep that night, and when I did,


I was asleep, behind a big rock, and hid.


But a woman found me; a kind one she was,


and she helped me out, like every good woman does.





Like once before, my mum helped her,


but why I do not know, it was a sudden blur.


We buried my parents, and said good-bye,


and, that morning, staring at the sun, I never did once ask 'Why?'


We boarded a plane,


and reached America, where I felt I became insane.





I lived with that woman till I was of ten,


then she died in her bed, and I was sent to a foster home with her son, Ben.


I stayed there a year, awaiting my death,


until one day, they came, and I took a breath.





They smiled, and took me home, and showed me my room.


I sat there all day and night, and felt that I am now at my doom.


I wasn’t happy, nor was I sad,


but I surely was halfway annoyed, and pretty much mad.





I didn’t like these people, and I still don’t today.


My parents were cool, and the lady reminded me of a Faye.


My new sisters were to obsess with their selves,


and I was bored, and began to think I was talking to elves!





For three months I sat, in my little box,


I waited, and waited, and got bored of waiting, and broke all their locks.


I was a bad kid, and was sent away.


It was for a month, and a day.





My parents were gone,


and I was all alone, and they reminded me of spawn.


Nothing to do, nothing to see,


all that time, I wanted to flea.





But then I met someone, a human by will,


it was a sudden thrill.


I was no longer bored,


and we did everything we could afford.





I didn’t care as I got older that my parents died,


It ran past my mind, and went to hide.


Just like I did as a kid,


something that night, I only did.





When my parents’ lives ended,


that night wasn’t splendid.


I thought that was it for me,


and that night, I could see.





Things were going to be the same;


I would live my life with shame.


But today I stand,


tall and strong, and on this free land.





This is what my parented wanted all along,


and they finally got what they wished for so long.


When my parents died,


it wasn’t the end, as now I realize with pride.


It was the beginning of a new adventure and story,


with hope, freedom and glory.





But America isn’t like my parents had thought,


Death comes so close and near, and love is bought.


They believed it a world of dreams,


but it’s a world of screams.





I get knocked in the head,


and I fall of the bed.


So many people die,


and here, death, you can’t defy.





But with my parents it didn’t matter,


this poem is getting cheesy and badder…


So I’ll end here,


for this is where it ends or dear.


I told me story, of how I became living as an Australian to an American,


and here is the worthy plan.





They told me once, that I could only remember now,


live your life with no lies, and don’t ask how.


And have the happiest of happiest, just being yourself, without one lie,


And live a day or two, not carrying for once, and don’t god ask why!





So I leave you now,


Go think a bit and be sure to say “WOW!”


And be glad that you are you,


and I am I too!





Crappy huh?


Or cheesy? Duh?


Oh well, forget this all,


and go to the mall.


And have a boring day,


and hey!





Farewell tonight,


and I am out of sight.





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