Beginnings
We have bitter-sweet
memories,
of our first home, down on the farm.
Whilst listening to the background
noises
of cows mooing, the drysdales
neighing,
the chooks clucking, all of this
seemingly
a never ending blissful idealic life.
Our little world
coming to a abrupt halt.
When dady went to sleep n never woke
up.
Our world ended for us, the day they
came.
These horrible men and their guns.
the shots booming out, deafening us
We watch transfixed from the family
car,
in absolute terror, and in utter
disbelief.
Seeing our
beautiful Prince,
our life-time friend and guardian,
crumple to the blood-soaked earth.
To this day we still mourn,
and cry for our Prince.
Our pillow being soaked,
with a life-time of tears.
Waiting for our
father to come home,
to wake up and tell us that,
it is all just a bad dream.
The littles inside us attest to the
bitter truth
that it is in fact,
Harsh Reality.
hopaİFebruary1998