Pass Me The Love, Please

Her mouth distorted as the sounds of
hurt hurled out. Shivers of despair
and anguish slither down her thin frame.
She yelped with 8-year-old frustrations,
barking out tears of pain.

A note is what she gets each day:
Breakfast in the fridge, Lunch and
Dinner money in top drawer. A picture
is all she has of the parents
whom she never saw.

The clouds were dark, raining black.
She waited, for the excitement of getting an
A when it’s usually D. She waited,
jumped at every honk of cars. She saw kids
running wet to the cars, saw parents with umbrellas
for their children, she sighed, yet
waited. Until when the glows of the night
candles started to melt, she stepped out,
tears mingled with downpour, her A-paper fluttered aimlessly
down a flooded drain.

She clambered into bed, sludge-drenched
snickers thrown careless on the floor. A loud
streak sounded in the sky. She hugged her
moss-filled teddy, using her own voice
to defeat the thundering.

There she is again, staring at the sky, eyes tear –stricken.
With two knees and the clasping of hands, she prayed:
Dear Father Our Lord in Heaven,
Please bless Mommy and Daddy with more love.
Amen.

Linda Ye
4E