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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This is the story of a real murder . . . I was just five years old and was in my bedroom playing, we had just moved into to this cozy little basement apartment; mommy was talking to a man, who was yelling something about money, then everything went quiet and I came to see what was happening. Mommy was laying on the floor with eyes like my dolls, lifeless, and this man I had seen before was standing there; I ran to mommy, "wake up mommy wake up!" But she was so still, the man told me he would take me to my daddy who lived not far. Crying and weeping for my mommy and daddy loudly, the man told me to, "shut up!" But I couldn't I was afraid; he stopped the car near a huge field and pulled me out shouting, I dropped my teddy on the side of the road and I was fighting him. When mommy did not show up for work the police came, they found her body and knew she had been murdered; an amber alert was issued for me (but I was already long dead), after three days they found my lifeless body in that rural field. Hundreds gathered for our funeral, family and strangers, there was music and dancing because we loved to dance; the talkers were full of thoughts and memories and even poems, me and mommy were united in life and would be forever in death. The man had dragged me into the field and I was yelling, yelling for daddy to come and then he stopped my voice; he put his hands on my throat and then threw my small body, as I lay there looking up with dead eyes- there was a rainbow. I saw a double rainbow and then my beautiful mommy, was holding me, I asked her why that man murdered us, she told me, "because I owed him money and I made a mistake," our spirits will live on she said, but we will not rest in peace yet, she whispered, "soon, my daughter we will dance again in heaven . . . " _______________________________ August 12, 2016 Poetry/Narrative/"We Will Dance Again" Copyright Protected, ID 16-817-954-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the Premiere contest, Through Their Eyes #2 sponsor, Shadow Hamilton First Place
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