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We had to write a poem for my english class (seventh grade):
The woman is old and worn, marred with age.
The lines on her face each tell a different tale.
The cerulean lake she sits by is a picture of beauty,
But she glares at it bitterly, her emotions so stale.
So beautiful, yet misleading – sickening and sordid.
The lake deceivingly shimmers and shines in the sun,
It looks gorgeous under its light, sparkling and gleaming.
But it stole the woman’s child - so innocent, so young.
She hasn’t forgiven herself for letting her daughter out.
Back then, she didn’t know not to let children be alone.
She had let her child outside alone on that summer day,
And she can hear still her scream, a haunting echo.
It was only one earsplitting shriek, loud and shrill.
The woman continued cleaning and paid it no mind.
Her daughter often acted silly when with her friends.
She continued cleaning, thinking that all was fine.
She’d assumed her daughter was outside having fun,
Playing and messing around with the neighborhood boys.
But when she went to check, her daughter was gone,
The young girl’s room only held piles upon piles of toys.
There was a frantic search, in towns nearby and far away.
She searched everywhere in her home, her yard, and above.
She searched until she was exhausted and devoid of hope.
But she forgot to search the lake her daughter so loved.
She was sick with despair for her child to come home.
She was ill with desperation to hold her in her arms.
She was constantly anxious and uneasy, unable to relax.
She knew it was all her fault; she did her daughter harm.
The girl was found later in the depths of the lake.
The scars in the woman’s soul would never fully heal.
She puts her hand in the lake and tries to find her hope,
But her fingers are frozen and she cannot feel.
The woman is old and worn, marred with age.
The lines on her face each tell a different tale.
The cerulean lake she sits by is a picture of beauty,
But she glares at it bitterly, her emotions so stale.
So beautiful, yet misleading – sickening and sordid.
The lake deceivingly shimmers and shines in the sun,
It looks gorgeous under its light, sparkling and gleaming.
But it stole the woman’s child - so innocent, so young.
She hasn’t forgiven herself for letting her daughter out.
Back then, she didn’t know not to let children be alone.
She had let her child outside alone on that summer day,
And she can hear still her scream, a haunting echo.
It was only one earsplitting shriek, loud and shrill.
The woman continued cleaning and paid it no mind.
Her daughter often acted silly when with her friends.
She continued cleaning, thinking that all was fine.
She’d assumed her daughter was outside having fun,
Playing and messing around with the neighborhood boys.
But when she went to check, her daughter was gone,
The young girl’s room only held piles upon piles of toys.
There was a frantic search, in towns nearby and far away.
She searched everywhere in her home, her yard, and above.
She searched until she was exhausted and devoid of hope.
But she forgot to search the lake her daughter so loved.
She was sick with despair for her child to come home.
She was ill with desperation to hold her in her arms.
She was constantly anxious and uneasy, unable to relax.
She knew it was all her fault; she did her daughter harm.
The girl was found later in the depths of the lake.
The scars in the woman’s soul would never fully heal.
She puts her hand in the lake and tries to find her hope,
But her fingers are frozen and she cannot feel.