~upon This Tombstone Reads~ Poem by E Nigma
~upon This Tombstone Reads~
Swinging dreams they linger
Like the little voices gone
Turn your head from wonder
Look away, look away
Cherished was the child
That could never do no wrong
Took so long just to remember
The way she played, oh how she played
In April showers
Only to stray in Mays hour
Flowers she used to love
Now slowly wane upon her grave
There are no words to say
Just how I miss you or I'm sorry
My lips collect the dirt
While I kiss your memory
Goodbye...
Pushing her back and forth on the swing set sees something black moving across the ground which catches his attention. The area where the playground was located was close to the woods. The father thought what he saw could have been a wild animal but it was only a small plastic bag blowing in the wind. He walked over to pick it up and throw it away and by the time he turned back around which was merely seconds his daughter was abducted and now missing. It wasn't until the next day that the police found the child murdered in the woods nearby.
This story is the fathers heartache.
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4/24/2024 11:20:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a sad story! Thus that plastic bag came disguised in the form of death...! Life is full of unpredictable accidents! A child who was to bloom into a flower and who loved flowers has withered and faded like the flowers put on her grave! Who can atone the grief of that bereaved father....? How wicked the world is!