[stylist] Fw: Lost And Alone: poem

[Brad Dunsé]

As with others, I find this terribly sad. But, as 
sad as it is,  it does what I think any piece of 
writing is born to do, result in an emotion of 
the reader. Very nice poem, very sad circumstance.

Brad


On 1/25/2012  12:50 PM Barbara Hammel said...
>   Oops!  I sent it before I could put in the 
> poem. I’m sure the formatting won’t come 
> through as usual so as an explanation, this is 
> supposed to have 8 syllables in each line and 8 
> lines in a stanza and, believe it or not, ... 
> it’s not a rhyming poem.      LOST AND ALONE 
> My heart hurts for you, little one, For I know 
> you don't understand Why your precious lights 
> have gone dark And the world has closed in on 
> you. I'd fix it if I could, dear child, But 
> that is beyond my power. Mamas can fix so many 
> things But, sadly, eyes aren't one of them. I 
> know the road you're walking down, For I've 
> passed that place where you are, But I was 
> grown and you're just nine. Yes, we both had 
> little vision, But what we had we used so well; 
> Yet, I've had a tough go of it And I can 
> comprehend the change. What must your young 
> mind be thinking? My heart hurts for you, 
> little one, And there's not a thing I can do. I 
> don't know how to help you through. Is your 
> happiness gone for good? Is there any way to 
> reach you? Was this the final straw for you 
> That broke down any chance for us To reach you 
> in your private world? The deck was so stacked 
> against you: Abandonment soon after birth 
> Because you and your twin were blind, Then 
> orphanage life for a while And foster to 
> orphanage bounce. By three you traveled half 
> the world To become our forever twins. It's no 
> wonder you have autism. You've gone so deep 
> inside yourself That I fear you're slipping 
> away. That whole big world is still waiting But 
> you've lost the will to explore. You just sit 
> or lie on the couch Curled up to chew on your 
> pant leg. It breaks my heart to see you there 
> When you were making such great strides. 
> Barbara Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to 
> dance. -- Carl Sandburg 
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