Balveen Cheema Poet Dramatic Monologue

Oil Paintings-3

One Big Cracker

Dear God,
I don't know what to write you
I wrote many lines and then scribbled
I know you like neat and tidy things
I have been sitting by the window since morn 
In my grandma's home
You made her alone, remember?
But I visited her daily after school 
She is lonely and keeps waiting for me
She bakes my favourite cookies and cakes
You gifted her with nice hands and thoughts
Two days ago she brought me over for keeps
I didn't go to school today 
My heart is iron heavy and my legs can't carry it
Do you like to take moms and dads
Only on Friday the thirteenth? *
You also took James mother at the same time
Sara was seen crying, she didn't tell me why
I didn't see her playing with her brother next door
Do you have enough room for so many people? 
Granny, Uncle  Mark held my hand at the funeral
Uncle Richard, Aunt Jane hugged and kissed me
Many many people came to wish them goodbye
Granny is old, she placed a letter on their coffin
The graveyard was full of flowers, candles and tears
Mom and Dad were buried together and 
Granny says she also wants to lie with them
But I don't know where my bed is
I thought you would also burst one big cracker at the cemetery**
So that we could all be together with you
God, when are you going to burst the next cracker?
Love,
Jim


FIRST
Balveen Cheema
November 15, 2015
Contest: Oil Painting-3
Sponsor: Eve Roper


* Paris terror mayhem on November 13, 2015, is no less than any terrorist attack in the world. Innocents die and families suffer.
** A bomb goes off at a funeral in Baghdad.

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Paul Callus November 18, 2015 at 12:55 PM Congratulations on a lovely and merited top win, Balveen! Your interpretation is creative and unique. I'm touched by its contents. ~ Regards // paul Balveen Cheema November 19, 2015 at 5:23 AM Thanks for the appreciation Paul! Regards, Balveen

Richard Lamoureux November 18, 2015 at 8:55 AM Thanks for including me. Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 9:58 AM The pleasure is mine, Richard! Regards, Balveen

Alexis Y. November 18, 2015 at 8:13 AM Balveen,congratulations on your win:-) Alexis Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 9:58 AM Thanks Alexis! Love, Balveen

Richard Lamoureux November 18, 2015 at 7:48 AM For me this is truly one of the best, congratulations. Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 7:53 AM I knew you would like it! No wonder you will find yourself in it as Uncle Richard! Three poetry soupers figure in my poem-Richard, Mark and Jan( Jane). Balveen

Skat A November 17, 2015 at 9:50 PM Balveen,, Congratulations, Have a nice day. SKAT Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 5:17 AM Thanks Skat!

Michael Tor November 17, 2015 at 9:35 PM Nice win Balveen congratulations. Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 5:17 AM Thanks Michael!

Elis Artis November 17, 2015 at 7:55 PM Congratulations on the well-deserved win:) Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 5:18 AM Thanks Elis!

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores November 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM Congratulations Balveen Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 5:18 AM Thanks Nayda!

Jan Allison November 17, 2015 at 5:58 PM Oh Balveen what a sad interpretation of the image -I have read your comments to Andrea and Eve :-( congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx Balveen Cheema November 18, 2015 at 5:19 AM Ths sweet Aunt Jane is you! Love Jan!

Andrea Dietrich November 16, 2015 at 6:17 PM you found an interesting way to weave together this challenge of the picture with current tragic events. Great creativity. Balveen Cheema November 16, 2015 at 7:17 PM Andrea, the expression is so lonely and lost, it had something to doith a major loss. Love, Balveen

Eve Roper November 16, 2015 at 2:23 PM This is so beautiful a 7 it is going to be hard to choose.I just had to tell you but this little boy lost his dad a few months back, dad was only 26. Sorry I had to write. Hugs Eve Balveen Cheema November 16, 2015 at 7:16 PM Eve, many times I was attracted to this painting of a child with sad expression and felt his world had crumbled. It was only after the Paris attack I found my answer. So, it has fitted in well unknowingly-God sent me the message! You are a an incredible artist. Love, Balveen