POEM: "Want"
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drippedonpaperPoem: "Want"
(Because of Uvalde)
By: Maria R. (me)
She wouldn't see her peacefully sleeping
Wouldn't get to see her face again either.
What they would bury, wasn't only filled with holes
The only way they knew it was her baby was her clothes.
No last glimpse of that birthmark.
One last kiss on a cold cheek.
"Bye, see you at home in a couple hours."
She had said, quickly, already grabbing her phone
Checking her list of the things to do
before the kids were out for the summer
The kids are out.
Her daughter is out,
Out of school forever.
A funeral instead of a graduation.
A funeral instead of a wedding.
No quinceanera dress shopping.
Ever.
Everyone asked, "Do you want this song?
Who do you want to speak?"
And what she wanted to say was,
"None of this. I want my daughter.
I want her hanging all over me.
I want her to be bored this summer, you understand?
I want her to grow up and for me to say,
'You're not leaving my house, dressed like that'
I want one last fight over finishing her broccoli.
I want one more kiss on her sweet forehead."
She couldn't remember the last time she had watched her sleep.
The shooter took her daughter
Her future
And any chance at a kiss goodbye.
No one will ever be bored in the summer.
Why have summer after all ....
(https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/gun-violence-mass-shooting-hearing-06-08-22/h_c82cfd4e2c04d78de52f3eb931a88a98)
(Because of Uvalde)
By: Maria R. (me)
She wouldn't see her peacefully sleeping
Wouldn't get to see her face again either.
What they would bury, wasn't only filled with holes
The only way they knew it was her baby was her clothes.
No last glimpse of that birthmark.
One last kiss on a cold cheek.
"Bye, see you at home in a couple hours."
She had said, quickly, already grabbing her phone
Checking her list of the things to do
before the kids were out for the summer
The kids are out.
Her daughter is out,
Out of school forever.
A funeral instead of a graduation.
A funeral instead of a wedding.
No quinceanera dress shopping.
Ever.
Everyone asked, "Do you want this song?
Who do you want to speak?"
And what she wanted to say was,
"None of this. I want my daughter.
I want her hanging all over me.
I want her to be bored this summer, you understand?
I want her to grow up and for me to say,
'You're not leaving my house, dressed like that'
I want one last fight over finishing her broccoli.
I want one more kiss on her sweet forehead."
She couldn't remember the last time she had watched her sleep.
The shooter took her daughter
Her future
And any chance at a kiss goodbye.
No one will ever be bored in the summer.
Why have summer after all ....
(https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/gun-violence-mass-shooting-hearing-06-08-22/h_c82cfd4e2c04d78de52f3eb931a88a98)
