Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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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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Wake Up, Mommy

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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Panagiota Romios May 6, 2019 at 2:10 AM What a Poet you are, my friend, These suicide attempts are too common. Worse now, kids at 12 are killing themselves. We must respect their tender hearts. Panagiota Constance La France May 7, 2019 at 10:21 AM Panagiota thanks for visiting and the compliment!

Gershon Wolf May 5, 2019 at 9:09 PM Scary stuff, that's for sure, especially from a child's point of view... A Tale of the Heart, from the heart! Blessings, Gershon Constance La France May 7, 2019 at 10:20 AM Gershon thanks for visiting and for your compassion!

Kim Rodrigues April 30, 2019 at 10:57 AM Cut to the heart on this one. A fave but not taken lightly. Your voice rings loud and clear with panic and as someone who understands the pangs of sorrow. <3 and hugs, sweet dear heart! Constance La France May 7, 2019 at 10:19 AM Kim thanks for visiting my poem. There are some memories that never fade !

Kurt Ravidas April 30, 2019 at 9:41 AM Wow. I think the protagonist would better stay under the bed. Nicely done, DH. Constance La France April 30, 2019 at 9:42 AM Kurt, thanks so much for visiting my poem and for the compliment, appreciate !

Winged Warrior April 30, 2019 at 9:25 AM Wake up Poetry-Soup!...a great poetess working here...superb read my friend...a dramatic reality we all must face...let alone a little girl...and thank you for the fav, Constance...happy endings...^WW^...{*J*} Constance La France April 30, 2019 at 9:42 AM WW, thanks for visiting my poem and for the compliment, that means a lot to me. Yes, we went through a lot of pain and healing after my sister died, and sometimes I think we never healed for my grandparents, and parents died with pain in their hearts and I am still broken ~