The Family
I stayed there for the family, to tell them what had been.
They cried and shook and dared to look,
When I told them what I'd seen.
"The doctors say it was a car, but there was no one there.
They must have left, drove on by; I guess they didn't care."
.
"Perhaps she ran after her ball," I tried to ease their pain.
"It's no one's fault, you should know. From blame, you will not gain."
There was nothing more that I could say; I felt just one inch tall.
And so I turned, left them there and walked back down the hall.
.
They thanked me for my courage, although I have to wonder why;
I did what any neighbour would; it was no time for shy.
I couldn't help but wonder, as I walked beyond the door,
If I had been just minutes sooner, would things be so poor?
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a girl in a garden
a hardening heart
and a Winter's kiss
Salt in her bones
and the faltering
song of a mother's voice
resounding on stone
It's a thin tune
thin as new ice
and twice as cold
She curses the moon
ach gotta go ..."
I ask only that you write in "singsong"... It doesn't have to rhyme, although rhyming is good.
And you certainly don't have to stick with the same poem structure that I did. Do crazy things. Be creative."