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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, December 16, 2011

Scrap

She was a scrap of a girl
an afterthought
a crumb
the kid you always forgot
when naming all the kids in your class
I think her name was Cathy
or maybe Cindy
She probably had a story
I wonder if anyone knew it

submitted for Friday Music Prompt, Strawberry Blonde, at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh wow! This poem speaks volumes of the people who fall through the cracks of memory, when their stories were just as significant for being over-looked.

Deborah said...

Really good!!!

Mynx said...

I think I remember someone like that

Brian Miller said...

yeah, i know these kids...nice little short but def stirs...

Heaven said...

Nice perspective.. and i like the last two lines best ~

Marian said...

aw, "I wonder if anyone knew it."
i really hope someone did.
thanks for playing!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I like this take on the prompt......alweays some silent faceless kids in class, hey?

Bouncin' Barb said...

I always felt like that girl as a kid. Thankfully I didn't let it get to me! Good writing!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Oh my.
I know that child.
(And her story always turns of magical!)

xo

Kay L. Davies said...

How utterly devastating, to be written off, not written of.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Mary Ann Potter said...

You've said a lot in these few lines. I taught high school English for 37 years, and I saw my share of children like this. Beautifully written, sad, full of truth.

Fireblossom said...

She did.

Mama Zen said...

This just rocks!

darev2005 said...

Now you've got me trying to remember if there's anyone I forgot..... Pfui.

Mary said...

Very sad! I've known children like this, those that fade into the background scenery. Breaks my heart.

Pat Tillett said...

Sad!
I hope she(they)finally found their place in the world.
Like it a lot!