There is someone at the door and it fills me with fear,
“Who is it… who is banging out there?”
I can see my sister trying to keep me still,
They do not want me to go with them, but if they ask I will.
I could tell something is wrong so I went to hide,
Sarah locked me somewhere safe, the cupboard inside.
I could stay here, I do not want to come out,
There is too much scary faces and noises about.
Sarah takes the key after she locks me in,
She swears she will come back for me with a slight grin.
I sit there and listen to everyone go out the door,
Even my dad comes out, I could hear his steps on the floor.
The house is quiet now, no familiar voices to be heard,
But from the window I could hear crying and the shouting of
many a word.
I stay in the cupboard quiet all day,
I am waiting for Sarah and with teddy I play.
The water feels good but I have no food to eat,
I wonder when Sarah is going to come back from the street.
I thought I heard some crying and I got sad,
I would have given them teddy, I would if I could had.
I push at the door but it does not open,
I hope Sarah would come soon, I hope I was not forgotten.
A day and night has gone and another day awakes me,
I am hungry now and soaked in my own debris.
“Where is Sarah?”… “Should I shout out?”
But with all the noise outside, no one hears me cry out.
“Where is my mom… my dad and Sarah too?”
“Don’t they know I am hungry and thirsty too?”
“Where have they gone, have they gone away?”
“Have they forgotten me and gone out to play?”
The house is too quiet but outside is filled with voices I
do not know,
They are so close but into their arms I do not want to go.
I want my mommy, my daddy and Sarah with me,
I want them to come and set me free.
I am hungry and tired and alone all day,
“Why did those people have to take them away?”
Is it because of the star, the one she wore on her chest?
The one I always use to outline, with my fingers I caressed.
I am tired now and my stomach is bear,
I do not even have water to shed a tear.
I want to scream and I want to shout,
I wish Sarah were here to bring the key and take me out.
I have been waiting for my family to come about,
I have been waiting, waiting to be let out.
I want them near, I want to feel their touch on me,
I want to remember how it is to be a family.
The energy in me is spent and the light is going out,
Sarah did not come to take me out.
I cried for her, I cried for anyone to hear,
But no one heard as I hug my teddy bear.
He is my companion, my ally, my friend,
And he was the only one who stayed with me till the
end.
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I loved that book. Sad but very thought provoking.
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my book club loved this sad book...
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This poem is so deep and touching. An important message is certainly in it. Take care and all the best to you Jillian.
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