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Why Did You Go – Flash Fiction

 

Billy looked up into the sky.

Tell me ma why did you die?

Dad and I miss you so.

Why did you have to go?

I’m only ten years old.

I’ll get over it I’m told.

It will hurt less and less each day.

That is what the old folks say.

I dream about you in the night.

I see you there in plain sight.

But once awake I know it’s not true.

Was what I dreamt really you?

I see you now in the sky

Will I see you when I die?

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction over at Fandango’s 

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10 Comments Post a comment
  1. Beaitifully done. I think we all become a child again in our hearts and minds when a parent passes. The loss is so much to comprehend.

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    March 5, 2019
  2. Lovely

    Liked by 1 person

    March 5, 2019
  3. lovely poem Susan, fresh and innocent thoughts of a child. Sad though when a child has to go through grief.

    Liked by 1 person

    March 4, 2019
  4. Really beautiful. A nice interpretation of the image.

    Liked by 1 person

    March 4, 2019
  5. That is beautiful, and so like a child’s thoughts.

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    March 4, 2019

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