When I Was Little
When I was little my dad had a problem.
He made the mistake and killed my mom.
It happened when I was little,to me somewhat like a little riddle.
I was in my room playing with my doll when I heard a big slam on the wall.
I went under my bed and hoped it would end, but it wouldn't stop I couldn't even
pretend.
I heard screaming and then a loud wale, I tried to pretend it was all a fairytale
I got up on my feet and went to see what was wrong.
When I saw my dead mother I couldn't look at her for long.
Tears flew down my cheek then I began to cry.
Couldn't hold back my tears for long,
I couldn't even try.
I cryed for a moment then I saw him,
The guy who killed my mother,
I remembered I used to love him.
I rushed away and ran out the door,
then I tripped and hit the floor.
I missed the person i used to adore,
I missed the person he was before.
He grasped me in his arms and squeezed me tight,
he was so strong it was worthless to fight.
I let out my last scream and then gave up.
That's when I almost died because I wasn't tough, not even enough.
But to my attention I saw someone,
He punched my dad, then told me to run.
It is still a sad story to tell,
it was when my mom died and I almost died as well.
Copyright © Kymberly Adelman | Year Posted 2007
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