Falling
She fell through the cracks
Headlong, arms not flailing
because she didn’t know she had fallen
out of reach and help
She thought she was above the cracks,
still being looked after
where she ought to be looked after
according to the rules
But she was quiet
Her feet were small
Her shoes were neat
So she slipped through
Without a murmur
Had she had big angry shoes
They would have caught in the crack,
Someone would have noticed
Someone would have
Pulled her back
But that wasn’t how it was
And she fell, slipped, gone.
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Hugs for those who mourn her
here above the cracks
For I am certain she is missed
she of the small feet and neat shoes
And shame on them whom miserly
control the purse
An should’ve patched the crack
she slipped through
As tears fall yet again
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David,
I didn’t know you were a poet! It’s very good. It has depth and story!
I used to enjoy writing haiku.
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Thank you for the compliment. 🙂
Do you still have your haikus?
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