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It's gone...
Like an aged photo it sits there faded in the details, uncertain.
Where ever did it go?
Did it ever even happen?
When did a child's laughter ever become so faint?
A train whistle on the horizon...
Another grey photogragh
Where ever did the time go?
Those moments passing me by...
Lamps on the street through the car window on the way to an auntie's house...
Why are you so vague?
My sister...
She is young and she is weak but for the stregth of a thousand men
A boogie man to a flashlight
A gaurdian to the lamb...
Never could seconds pass so quicky as a year in a child's eye
A singular image stands out amongst the ashes of this fire...
A hero; a saviour - a fleeting memory...
As the ashes blow to the wind they are taken away from me but the image remains
I will cherrish this love forever
Nothing could ever take down my little hero
She is small and sometimes doubtful and so humanisticly is afraid
But in the eyes of a smaller, younger boy she is a sister of dreams
This boy I know, and he is bigger now...
Faster -- Stonger, a tougher boy now
Weakened only by a needle's prick in a heart he made of stone
Unfeeling to the faces and cold to the unknown
For at least for a moments
She pricks at his heart alone
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Like an aged photo it sits there faded in the details, uncertain.
Where ever did it go?
Did it ever even happen?
When did a child's laughter ever become so faint?
A train whistle on the horizon...
Another grey photogragh
Where ever did the time go?
Those moments passing me by...
Lamps on the street through the car window on the way to an auntie's house...
Why are you so vague?
My sister...
She is young and she is weak but for the stregth of a thousand men
A boogie man to a flashlight
A gaurdian to the lamb...
Never could seconds pass so quicky as a year in a child's eye
A singular image stands out amongst the ashes of this fire...
A hero; a saviour - a fleeting memory...
As the ashes blow to the wind they are taken away from me but the image remains
I will cherrish this love forever
Nothing could ever take down my little hero
She is small and sometimes doubtful and so humanisticly is afraid
But in the eyes of a smaller, younger boy she is a sister of dreams
This boy I know, and he is bigger now...
Faster -- Stonger, a tougher boy now
Weakened only by a needle's prick in a heart he made of stone
Unfeeling to the faces and cold to the unknown
For at least for a moments
She pricks at his heart alone
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Published 19th Sep 2011
| Edited 25th Mar 2012
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20th Sep 2011 3:11am
Thanks for reminding us that a hero isn't defined merely by physical attributes but rather by what comes from inside.
21st Sep 2011 5:25am
You are all more then welcome my friend, Thank you for the comment. I wrote this piece as sort of a tribute to my sister so I'm glad you liked it :)
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2011 00:15am
I really like this one its deep and soulful and truly a master piece in its standing
11th Oct 2011 10:01pm
First off, an "a" always turns into "an" when presented before a vowel. L2.
I do enjoy how it is vague and like little bits and pieces of a story telling about your sister. But throwing the rhymes in at the end takes away from the essence of the whole thing, it's completely out of place.
Don't take me too seriously, I'm no where near pro, but as my opinion a few tweaks could make this a lot better and a little more presentable and easier to read.
I do enjoy how it is vague and like little bits and pieces of a story telling about your sister. But throwing the rhymes in at the end takes away from the essence of the whole thing, it's completely out of place.
Don't take me too seriously, I'm no where near pro, but as my opinion a few tweaks could make this a lot better and a little more presentable and easier to read.
22nd Oct 2011 7:26pm
its beautiful ..I would say more but I'm all teared up and I cant see the keys ..though that might say it all right there
its beautiful
its beautiful
5th Jan 2012 4:01am
An honest and loving dedication to a special person in your life.
I thought it was very well written and you expressed some true familial love.
(Apologies comments have been a long time coming)
I thought it was very well written and you expressed some true familial love.
(Apologies comments have been a long time coming)
no aplologies needed, I haven't been writing recently so I haven't been on much... your comment is appreciated though so thank you
