She Could Hear Laughter In Her Daughter's Cries

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In Her Daughter's Cries


She could hear laughter

in her daughter’s cries,

as she looked up at her picture,

light brown hair falling into her eyes,

there was fear near,

it was undeniable,

as she fought back the tears,

and the redness in her face would glow,

her daughter’s ghost was moving silently,

through the room with slow,

steady steps,

like an infant learning to walk,

everyone in the room was still,

no one would talk,

but the ghost had tears,

and they would continue to spill,

the policeman showed her the dress,

ripped, torn, fragile,

that’s when the dark reality would hit,

and she knew it,

as hope slips,

her hand rose to her lips,

her face turned away,

she took the dress,

crushed it to her chest,

sanity and insanity,

seemed an unbearable struggle,

her voice oddly rich and deep,

as terror continued to seep,

she knew her daughter died,

in so much pain,

that was also undeniable,

because of the massive blood stain,

she bowed her head as her face would drain,

and then the policeman turned away,

as he grimaced with shame.


© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Comments 12 comments

lovedoctor926 4 years ago

you paint a good picture with your words. voted up awesome Frank.. Don't forget to vote. lol


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you yeah I voted already... :) thanks Marlene


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sweetpikez 2 years ago

What an emotion carving poem. I felt sad in the end. You let me picture the heavy feeling in there.Thanks for sharing this.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks sweetpikez for visiting :)


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cam8510 2 years ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

Flash poetry. You got the whole story in there. Short, sweet and it rhymes. Well done, Frank. Nothing like a child ghost to start the day off on the right foot.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

lol, thanks Cam :)


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Bishop55 2 years ago from USA

This was sad, dark, and yet beautiful.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Bishop55 :)


christinemariezzz 2 years ago

Sincere and realistic, Frank,

..her voice oddly rich and deep as terror continued to seep...I like that..as sweet pike put it: emotion carving. I think you could challenge yourself to narrate this storypoem using dialogue alone, and meet success in a short time- the title of this hub tells me so; as you contrast "laughter" "crying" so natural and gently in one work! Try it! ~ Christine


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you christine for stopping by and commenting :)


Shikha 21 months ago

This is interesting Andrew, I creeatd a Hub page and Squidoo lens 18 months ago, but I had no idea why I was doing it. I think I will revisit them, and get some links into the appropriate keywords. Thanks for the idea. 8)John John McNally recently posted..


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Frank Atanacio 14 months ago from Shelton Author

whaaaattt?

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