She was twelve and headstrong
Caught between teenager and little-girl
tossing head and laughing mouth
When she disappeared
And although now we don't know
What happened
We know someone took her away
and snuffed out her light
closed her eyes and silenced her laughter
and left us to piece together the whys and hows
And we're scared and bewildered and missing this child/woman
we never really knew
And frightened that this could happen again
And so, so sad for her family, lost and broken.
The wind still shrieks her name around corners, but only the seagulls answer.
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3 comments:
I love this poem. thanks for sharing it.
Very powerful indeed. These images . . .
I think all over Canada we've been mourning her loss and hoping for justice...although there will never be justice. I'm really enjoying your voice.
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