Poem -

3 o clock tic tok

shoping with my mother 

it´s my day of fun 

so many people romeing 

my fun day has begun -

mother is holding my hand 

everything is fine 

we cross the street from left to right -

and stand in a shoping line 

she looked down at me

and gave me a smile

o how my life will change

in a short while 

there was no worning  just a bang 

and everything is in confusion

the bomb was set for 3 o clook 

 o what an explosion 

o mother dear whear are you 

but she is noware to be seen 

was that the last time my mother i´ll be seeing

everything is silent 

not even a cry 

i think my mother has said her final goodby

o dam you killers and bombers 

look what you have done 

so many people you have killed

what battle have you won 

you have taken my mother 

and other mother´s to 

but when it comes to jugement day 

it´s god that will distroy you 

the end 

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Tina Moore

oh my paul ,this is a sad memory ,my heart goes out to anyone whos been in that situation .myself when i was younger got caught in a blast bomb ,thankfully no casualty's .you have been given the worst ,losing a loved one .to even write about it must be painful but it wil help get a little pressure off .  all the best  tina x

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Paul Carroll

from the bottom of my heart thank you tina so much ,

ps love your work 

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Tina Moore

i thank you for being grateful for being alive reading this ,even if i put depressing poems in its all in the past but bits stay with you ,being here to talk and write our feelings is a good step    tina x

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