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Story Behind The Poem

If any of you all read "Wax Poetic", then you won't be surprised that much of the feed back I've heard was do I write anything other than love poems...or do I write erotica. The posting of this poem is a response to that...It's a tad bit dated. I wrote it after watching Spike Lee's "Crooklyn" over this past summer. I was moved by the scene of how the girl, Troy dealt with learning her mother died...and it touched a spot with me because I nearly lost my mother last year. I got to thinking what would life be like if I actually did lose my mother. I've always prided myself on being a strong individual, but I honestly don't think that I could have dealt with that type of thing....and this is a 25 year old man speaking. Troy was a 12 year old child. So In thinking what it would be like for me dealing with that, I began to think about how a child in Troy's position dealt with that feeling.

I tried to focus on that moment when losing someone always seems to hit hardest....after the funeral, when everyone you've ever know is around, except your loved one. in terms of prospective, I tried to approach from the sympathetic mindset of someone on the outside looking in at the child, who can barely fathom what the child is feeling

Enjoy

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How does one tell a child things will get easier when she is the star of the funeral?
All eyes on her, waiting for the first tear to fall
All arms waiting to rush to catch her as she falls

Hand and foot, they wait on her
They make her plates, though she has no appetite

And it honestly feels as if there is no sunshine after she is gone
And you can’t tell the child otherwise
Even as she stares out the window and watches the night turn into dawn and into day

And the weight is so heavy
And the child never had the chance to prepare
When life was as it always was on Tuesday
How do you deal with a Wednesday when there will never again be a day like yesterday?

How the fuck do you deal with a day like that?

Piece.