Sleep baby girl.
Heaven don’t
choose no favorites.
This graveyard real estate
might have you sleepin
in the corner, but Jesus
don’t care the color of your skin.
Up on the hill above you
there’s some fine tombstones
rasin’ up from the dirt,
all marked with fancy names.
Those pale scratches
in your stone long gone.
It just sits propped against
the fence for people to wonder.
Folks walk down to you
and put their heads down
sayin’, “Look at this forgotten one.”
You aint forgotten. God been knowin’
your name since the minute you was born
and he keeps sayin’ it when he walks
past you in heaven.
Yes baby girl your body’s still sleepin’
in that corner where you was laid.
Them bones up the hill has grown silent
because death came to show them
they was never any better than you.
Photograph: Forgotten ~ ©Teresa ~ Razzamadazzle
Written for Real Toads The Sunday Challenge ~ Featuring Teresa
Teresa at Razzamadazzle graciously offered her photographs for inspiration for our poetry.
Also posted at dVerse ~ Poets Pub OpenLinkNight ~ Week 56
Also posted at dVerse ~ Poets Pub OpenLinkNight ~ Week 56
27 comments:
Oh, wow. This is just outstanding.
This is so beautiful Susie. You are such an excellent writer and Poet..You captured her so well...You take care..
Oh my goodness........
I am blown away........
(and crying...)
This needs to be seen by the world.......
Most wondrous!
Oh my goodness........
I am blown away........
(and crying...)
This needs to be seen by the world.......
Most wondrous!
Oh, Susie, this is so wonderful it made me cry. A great write.
Luv, K
Wow, an incredibly unique voice to this!
This is so beautiful. I am truly honored that you could create something so touching from my photo.
Thank you for this fable with its ring of truth and irony. I like the delighted and sassy narrative voice, and wonder why she's a laundry goddess, but hey! She explains the silence.
The voice speaks true in this poignant Mag. :)
How beautifully you wrote this, my dear ~
Love the tone and meaning behind the words ~
Ooh! This is excellent - raised the goosebumps on my skin to think of the little forgotten child. Your use of the vernacular added a whole new layer of meaning to the words.
This is written so poignantly, Susie. The topic, the tone, the voice, all so eloquent. Great work.
Wow, excellent piece Susie. Love the tone, the vocal inflection in this. and the last line just floors me. Outstanding!
Well done. Thematically this can't help but pull at the heartstrings of the reader, and its authenticity is punctuated by the voice you've found for the poem.
This was powerful and I love the voice used. Very cinematic-and I mean that as a compliment.
yep...she aint forgotten... what a wonderful, moving write susie..
you gave me a shiver susie.so lyrical and authentic a voice...very well done...
Beautifully written in a unique voice. And so true, she is not forgotten......no one is!
Really good, Susie. So hard to write in dialect and have it sound authentic like this. You create not just a life to honor here, but a whole way of life. (So good to see you well enough to join or poetic party, too.)
This is wonderful Susie :)
Beautiful writing, Susie...poignant & moving
No one is forgotten.. sometimes, it feels so when people say so, but it's not.
Touching, heartfelt poetry, Susie. Loved it. Outstanding, as MZ puts it.
Powerful story well told
Very good! I can hear the rich accent of the speaker - honest - empathetic - loving.
Oh, Wow. I only just read the first line and will now go back and finish the rest... but that is one of the most amazing openers I have ever read.
Catching up a little late from Sunday's challenge...love this..."You aint forgotten. God been knowin’ your name since the minute you was born and he keeps sayin’ it when he walks past you in heaven."
So sad, so touching...beautifully written Susie.
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