Wake Up, Mommy
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My poem tells of a real event in my life after my sister died in an accident.
My mother took sleeping pills, my grannie got worried and came to the house,
mother almost died and had to spend some time in a hospital for depression .
But, in the end we became of family again although forever broken.
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After the funeral mommy closed the door,
"please play," she said," with your doll on the floor;"
and on the bed, she wept a real downpour.
The room got dark as night,
soon, I was in moonlight;
under the bed I hid in fright.
I hugged my doll and I prayed to Jesus,
Jesus, I'm still wearing my fancy dress;
me and dolly are in a terrible mess.
Jesus, can you help me?
Can you get my grannie?
She will make toast and tea.
Jesus, me and dolly are afraid,
I was real good, I obeyed;
oh, oh how long under the bed have I stayed?
GRANNIE is here! She came for me no doubt,
I can hear her calling my name, shout, SHOUT;
Jesus, I will be okay, over and out.
Jesus, oh, can you please wake mommy,
Wake up my mommy!
Mommy? MOMMY? M O M M Y . . . WAKE UP!
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May 16, 2015 (Edit April 30, 2019)
Poetry/Rhyme/Wake Up, Mommy
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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