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The Last Thing I Remember

“Anna, put on the shoes your dad gave you.” I obeyed. He had given them to me for my birthday before he Was taken away. I haven’t seen him since that day. But, mom tells us that we’ll see him again someday. Melancholy had masked my mom’s face all morning. My brother and sister sat on their bunks with sorrow. It began to run and grow down their pale pastel cheeks As mom somberly told them… “Your sister and I are going away, promise me you’ll brush your teeth and always pray. Peter, you take care of your sister, you’re the man of the house now. It’s not that bad, oh my beautiful babies—don’t be sad. I love you!” “Let’s go!” as the guard pushed me and my mom. She picked me up and placed me in her arms then harmoniously hummed my favorite bedtime song. Then, we walked into a chamber. She said “Close your eyes” and that’s the last thing I remember. Submitted for Abe’s “Leather Voices” contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/14/2010 9:53:00 AM
Brilliantly written poem, raw emotion in each and every stanza, right to the last, really well done. Thanks, Gavin.
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Date: 5/30/2010 5:54:00 PM
such a sad time, and unnecesary
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Date: 5/23/2010 9:13:00 AM
Without knowing about the contest, I saw the picture in you poetry. It's very well done. Reading your poetry is a positive learning experience. Good luck.
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Date: 5/19/2010 4:55:00 AM
It meant so much to me to read your poetry today Mike. I hope each day takes you to greater heights in your writing endeavors. Yhe best to you in the contest. Love, Carol
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Date: 5/19/2010 12:17:00 AM
Oh the pathos in that last line Mike.Excellent work.Rgds Brian & Thank you for your kind words.
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Date: 5/18/2010 8:40:00 PM
:( shivers down my spine as I read this, Mike--I can only imagine the horror felt by those children during that terrible time...you've written it in such an unforgettable way, my soul can't help but pray for all those lost souls...wish you all the best in the contest, I'm sure this will do well...
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