Welcome to the real world..
I was five..a big
year...I started school..
which was boring...
I could already read
and write, my mum
taught me..
In the November..
They shot a man
on the TV..
He was waving..
and they shot him.
in 63,
They didn't like him..
Das said,
Who?
The people in control..
I wondered, if they liked
me ?
and if I'd be shot
for waving..
It was a bad Winter..
the snow was over
my wellies..
and I had to walk
to school..
with wet socks..
I kept my hands
firmly in my pockets..
My baby sister
couldn't breath..
and mum couldn't
stay with her baby .
Can you imagine
the horror of that..
I sat in the car outside
the bleak building..
The Children's Hospital
unable to cry..
unable to wave..
wondering what, this life
it all about..
I'd be lucky to get out
of school alive..
The way they force salad
at you..all of them
eat it all up, eat it all up..
till you are sick all over
the head mistress..
Maybe I'd be shot for that..
one warm Sunny Autumn
day ..in Dallas ..miles
and miles away..
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Comments
You penned so well, the consequences and impact an event can have on the mind of a child. The fear it can seed and fester, forcing a negative impact on every event thereafter. A great narrative write
Gwen :)
Wow! I love this. I love the way a huge world incident is looked at in the eyes of a child. The things that go on in a child's mind! This is a stellar piece of writing 👏👏👏👏 x
so sorry you had to deal with all that! we were getting ready to go see Kennedy, and I remember the crying and the fear I sensed that day! your write wells up sadness and my empathy for you!............................................Jim
I remember it... how impressionable children are, they are amazing....how to deal with things...pity we didn't write it down as kids, had to wait to be old to express emotions..xx