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The Kidnapping



This poem is an effort to express in few words, but a powerful picture, the aftermath of the loss of my little girl, Sheena Rose.,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 06 August 2006
Author: Rosemary J. Gwaltney
Rating: 4.0/5 (6 votes cast)
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The Kidnapping
And when the great dark hand stretched out its claws
Devouring her girl-child, six years old - yet
Wet-winged and tender, dew-damp and dear;
A rupture of her deepest Spirit's core
Triggered molten lava rivers -
Thickly churning down the steep
Imperial mountains of her years of devotion.
Burning ravaging scars across wide
Wilderness valleys of hideous new emptiness.
Cooling and hardening, imprisoning her
Solidly beneath the crust.
-Rosemary J. Gwaltney -

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