THE CRYING CHILD

NOTE: I also submitted this poem for IEarn's A Vision

Mother, father let us go to the tree
Please bring along also sister-to-be
Let us go play with the birds flying free
And point at the clouds that we can all see

Mother, father bring the tablecloth too
Mother's shiny ribbons will also do
Let's have a picnic as the pigeons coo
And laugh as the cows in the corral moo

Mother, father what are those on the sky
Buzzing loudly as the wings of a fly
Mother, father I am scared to die
Let us go back to the house and let's hide

Mother, father the ground is shaking hard
The fire and the soil are our house's guard
The smell of the air is a scary charred
The tree, the cows, how about what we have?

Mother, father is everything over?
Is the sky still full of buzzing hover?
Mother, please wake up, and also father
I'm so scared please wake up mother, father

Mother, father I am now forlorn
It is now gone, the house we once adorned
I am now sitting and living alone
Staring on your three graves all on my own