Her Disaster

December 16, 2008
By , Portland, OR
Disaster struck there

I learn here

She builds up,

I stay down.

The Mama says, “Have hope.”

The Papa says, “Stay strong.”

Everything’s gone.

No food, water,

shelter, only nothing.

I give blankets, shoes.

She takes them for comfort, protection.

War breaks out.

We send troops.

More weakness and despair.

I send supplies,

strength, and


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dani.is.#1.lol said...
Feb. 7, 2009 at 1:47 am
ur amazing :]
u kno who it is *coughiphlescough*
irishdancer169 said...
Feb. 5, 2009 at 5:55 pm
this is so amazing and well written
edie123 said...
Jan. 12, 2009 at 3:08 am
A very sensitive written poem
1teenink! said...
Jan. 6, 2009 at 9:09 pm
Wow, that's powerful!
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