Two Words

Helpless she cries 

As the family she has loved

Is torn apart with two words.

It's over.

She cries to herself 

Too quietly to be heard

And says two words.

Why me?

Softly her brother creeps up 

And fearfully, concernedly

He asks two words.

What's wrong?

Slowly, sobbing, she turns to him

And sees his perplexed, worried face

And she whispers two words.

Never mind.

But the boy, his instincts

They tell him otherwise.

He goes downstairs and asks the same two words,

What's wrong?

After seeing his sweet face

Burning with the need to know,

They conceal the truth with two words.

Nothing, baby.






This poem is about: 
Our world



that was good

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