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Chasing Butterfiles- Sad Poem
During lunch time
We shared food…
She gave me my favorite sandwich
Peanut Butter and Jelly
Which we split in half
I gave her milk
As I am allergic too (did not like)
We gave each other a toast
She was drinking milk
And I’m drinking apple juice
Out to recess we played
On the grass picking flowers
She asked me a question…
“Chanroth, if someday I die, will you still be my best friend?”
And I replied, “Yes! Of course Anna! why you say that?”
She smiled at me and say nothing
And gave me a kiss on the cheek
She tell me, “Chanroth, you’re my best friend in the world!”
I looked at her and smiled,
“Anna, you’re more than a friend to me, you’re like my sister! I LOVE YOU!”
We gave each other hugs…
Holding hand
Skipping along the green grass
Chasing butterflies…
On our way home…
Skipping home from school
Chasing the butterfly all the way home..
Laughing and giggling
Our hands never let go…
And when we got home
Her mother came out from the house
Snatch her from my hand
And frantically hitting her
With a broom stick…
I ran to save Anna life
I got hit along with her
Screaming “Stop! Stop!”
Crying with her
A strange car drove by…
Pulled out a gun and shoot…
Anna pushed me and shield me from the bullet
And it went thru her chest…
I got up pushing Anna off of me
And saw her there lying
Dead in front of me…
“ANNAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!” I cried…..
Comments
- Author
I am sorry for your time of abused in your past. Thank you for the prayers as I pray to you as well. There are many people go through abused verbally and physically. Thank you again! :)
You are so welcome my dear. I lived a life of abuse, I am understanding of your life. Peace be with you, I pray that you have found solace and are rebuilding. It took me a long time and I fought the demons and I write about them in many of my hubs. You share your heart and I am moved to a tear, I felt your pain, your hurt, your sorrow.
- Author
Hi Saddlerider1 and moonlake, thank you for reading! :)
Sad..
How sad to lose your best friend, she pushed you to save you from the bullet and took it herself. Her destiny was to save you, yet to cross over and wait for you and once more you will chase butterflies together. Very sad scribe indeed, you moved me with a slow tear running down my cheek.
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