Wednesday's Child, by Chuck Shorter
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I. AN EMACIATED GIRL SO WEE
CAME UPTO ME AND SAID
"SIR COULD YOU BUY ME
A SLICE OF BREAD AND
A CUP OF MILK OR TEA?"
II. DEEP SOULFUL EYES
MOIST WITH TEARS
A SWEET YET HESITANT SMILE
SHE LOOKED UP AT ME AWHILE
THIS CHILD OF TENDER YEARS
III.HOT BUTTERED SCONES
FOR HER I BOUGHT
GOLDEN, CRISP, FLAKY AND LIGHT
HER SMILE OF THANKS LIT UP THE NIGHT
HOW PLEASED SHE SEEMS I THOUGHT
IV. NEXT DAY THE BAKER BROKE MY HEART
"SIR THE CHILD IS GONE" HE CRIED
IN THE FREEZING WINTER COLD SHE'D DIED
ALONE, DESOLATE AND APART
CHUCK SHORTER
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| Posted: 2017-10-05 11:43:11 UTC |
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| 2007-05-30 18:18:41 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
| Oh :(
This poem reminds me of
"The Little Match Girl"
Beautiful work!
Glo |
| 2007-05-30 18:57:21 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
| Hi Chuck, so you want to know where to copyright? here is a link to the place.
have a good day! i have enjoyed READING ALL of your poetry. Thanks for reading and comenting on several of mine too! :)
here's the link:
http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html
if its not clickable, just copy and paste it into your browser address URL. again, Thank you
Glo |
| 2007-08-20 19:00:55 | Angel of Music |
| I cant help coming bcak and reading your poetry again and again... You are so talented, I will always enjoy reading your work, remember to let me know when you post new stuff! luv Manda |
| 2009-12-07 19:03:02 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
| back to read it again! I am Wednesday's Child, at least my birth was. Let me know when you post new poems. thanks Glo |