Debbie Duncan Poet Dramatic Verse

Fireflies

There were  fireflies in the garden
As I thought to myself  that day 
About the secrets families hold 
Are secrets never should  be told
As I was  young and not too old
I watched her cut her flesh

Not once but thirty times more  
I kept wondering why cut herself
I stared at fireflies in the garden
As I thought back to this memory
Seemed like a dream to me at 2 am
And at the very young age of  ten

I watched the blood dripping from wrists
As they were yelling and screaming words 
Someone was not paying enough attention 
My mind kept trying to process the scene  
At an age, I should not be seeing all this 
  
Amongst the mixed messages swirling around
I thought about the fireflies outside the window
I was abruptly brought back to this dreadful scene
As I heard the dog cry out in pain as it was cut open
Only because she was there and in the way  
She was a miniature Doberman pinscher named Tiny

There were so many words and accusations spat out 
It lasted a few hours, but seemed the whole night 
So many secrets in this family never should be told
 Whenever I think back to this sad time 
I remember the fireflies that were in the garden      
I stared  at fireflies in the garden as I thought 
I want to get away from all this insane madness 
And fly free alongside the fireflies in the garden



Not my mother :)

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Faraz Ajmal March 10, 2018 at 8:56 AM It s a really beautiful and heartfelt write, although such scenes are never pleasant but they make us strong at an young age, force us to be mature and different from others, on many occasions it affect ud negatively but if we learned we ll never be able to do the same mistakes again as we have seen all this infront of us, good luck

Andrea Dietrich July 11, 2017 at 6:06 PM what a terrible scene, and does the dog crying mean that she cut him open with her knife that she used on her wrists? You have put "not my mother' on this, but it is so raw with emotion, it makes me wonder if it was some other family member. Otherwise, you sure did a good job of picturing such an event for us along with the firefly imagery!

Duke Beaufort March 26, 2017 at 2:05 PM Debbie, it sounds as if someone there was having a very bad day with themselves and the dog. Once we get to that stage, things have been bad for a while. There is not an easy solution for any of this other than some very tender care. As a child, you could not understand this or be responsible. When my dear grandmother was sick, the family elders put her in a nursing home. If I had known what I know now, I would have dropped school and gone to take care of her.

Skat A July 13, 2015 at 12:40 AM DEBBIE, Congratulations on having your poem featured this coming week. **SKAT**

Michael J. Falotico February 20, 2011 at 6:40 AM This is an amazing write on a very sad experience in your life, that know one should have to see... wow...

Robert A. Dufresne February 20, 2011 at 5:43 AM wow those are horrible memories, Debbie. I would hope they are contrived for the sake of the literature, but I think not. I love the way you linked the fireflies in with it. ... an escape from reality for the sake of sanity. keep on writing.