Some kids don't play

by Krissey   Jun 24, 2006


Her trembling hands picked up the phone,
And did just what mommy always said
She dialed the numbers for an emergency,
Her mommy's face was bleeding red.

“9-11 what’s the emergency?”
Her mother’s moans didn’t fade
Nervously she said “may I speak to God please?
I don’t think he heard me when I prayed

“Young lady... I think you are mistaken.”
She heard the dispatcher replying.
“But I really need his help,” she wailed.
“I think my mommy's dying.”

“Ok then sweetheart, just breathe
Where is your mother hurt?”
“I can not even see her face
I don’t know how to bring her comfort”

“Just tell God to make her better.
He'll know what to do.
Mommy always said if you believe in Him,
He will pull you through.”

“I’ll surely tell him that baby doll
Now if you don’t mind I have to go
Some other emergencies are on the line
Just give your mother water and a pillow”

“Wait! She needs more than that!”
She cried into an empty phone.
Then she went to sit by her mother,
Cut by all the bottles her dad had thrown.

“Mommy they wouldn’t let me talk to God
Please tell me what to do!
Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!
Oh why’d daddy do what he had do?”

She restlessly peeked open her eyes
I love you Baby girl.. You’ll be alright.
Always remember to trust in God,
And say your prayers each night.”

My mom then shut her eyes
I stared at the phone
I can’t believe the emergency people
Just left me with my dead mother alone

Daddy had hit them both that night,
But she was the one who was alive
No matter how much she cried over mother,
Her tears couldn't bring her back to life.

I understand this world is so outraged
But some kids don’t play like that
A child really lost their mother
And she’ll never get her back

This girl’s pain had caused her life to not be fun
22 years later, she never again called 9-11

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mess Of A Dreamer

    I like the poem, but I do have one problem with it. In parts of the poem, you refer to the little girl as the narrator, as in "my mother died that night" or whatever it was. Then, in the next stanza it's someone else talking "Daddy had hit them both that night,
    But she was the one who was alive
    No matter how much she cried over mother,
    Her tears couldn't bring her back to life".
    It should be written using us and I and not them and she. Other than that, it's great :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Laura

    This is very touching..you have madd talent

  • Hey , this is such a sad poem!
    it flows and rhymes so well. this actully happened here a few years ago, to a family friend. it left her child orphened.
    love and thanks
    mel

  • 17 years ago

    by The Angel of Secrets

    Wow... I am speachless.. this is just... I do not own words to describe... I bow down for you..

  • 17 years ago

    by IfIhide11

    I loved this poem. You did a wonderful job. I was very sad and thats what poetry is about. Keep up the good work.

    -ifihide11