Sara Kendrick Poet Fibonacci

The Babies Don'T Cry

Cry
Once
Then none
Flint River
Thrown from bridge two small
Babies sister brother drowned
Every time go by I hear the children cry call me
Mother experienced temporary insanity threw them from bridge to swift water

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Doris Culverhouse October 5, 2009 at 10:59 AM need to work on the punctuation

Kim Hilliker October 4, 2009 at 3:31 PM Sad but nice Fibonacci, Sara. It's a disgrace how children suffer sometimes.

T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet October 4, 2009 at 3:10 PM This was so sad but a good read.Teresa

James Fraser October 4, 2009 at 2:51 PM Oh my, what a sad poem Sara >> James