Last Christmas Rain

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    Poem Commentary

    This poem was written solely by my eleven year old son, Luke.(except for punctuation, and capitals!)
    Luke even arranged the format with very little instruction.
    This is the first he has publicly shown his work, accept for a short story at school that won an award, out of five competing area schools. I Am very proud of him, and I think this piece he has written showcases his ability and bright future in writing.

    "This poem is written about domestic violence and how it effects the child. I am letting Mom post this in hopes that the message will be read by the right people, and bring peace. Thank you for reading, ...Hi John!"~Luke A.Tamborini

    Last Christmas Rain

     Dream of Christmas Eve
    -Over
    -Over
    Receiving forgotten glee
    Wrapped with a bow
    No return.
    Daddy coming home
    Christmas Eve.
    Yesterday forgotten
    Under a cardboard box
    Hell has awoken
    Wrapped in a bow
    Looking down
    Tear drop fallen at my feet
    Now the rain.
    Breathless is life
    After Christmas Eve.
    Daddy
    With another puppet
    Mommy with a bullet hole
    ;in her Bible.
    Under a cardboard box
    -Over
    -Over
    Looking up
    Blindness.
    For the last time
    Mouth dry
    Thirst.
    Wrapped in a bow
    Christ.
    Now I see
    Thirst.
    I accept this cup
    I drink.
    I then close my eyes.

    Peace.




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    SavVySam commented on Last Christmas Rain

    02-09-2010

    Congratulations Luke! This is a very powerful and important poem! You have chosen to write about something that effects so many people we know and see each and every day. Very nice work, you should be extremely proud of yourself, and the talent you have shown here!! Write on young Sir!
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    icu2 commented on Last Christmas Rain

    02-09-2010

    Luke, You need to ask your mom to let you have your own site on O.P. Then you could post all the time and we would get to read all the time! You are a chip off the block...lucky you! Amazing stuff!
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    Madelynn

    02/11/2010

    To many perves roamin around-I know Im a protective momma!!-yes,hes amazing-all three of them are-theyll have their time to speak, Im sure of that-thank you for your support!!-mommamaddi

    WordSlinger commented on Last Christmas Rain

    01-22-2010

    Happy Birthday Luke', tell Mom, to save me some cupcakes, lol, :) WS
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    dancinghawk commented on Last Christmas Rain

    01-05-2010

    holy cats, indeed, Madelynn ... a prodigy, in touch with innocence and compassion ... ty for posting here! -dh
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    Madelynn

    01/15/2010

    Thank u, I am very proud of his talents..as true with my other kids!-Maddi

    stellar commented on Last Christmas Rain

    01-03-2010

    My gosh,,,I was silenced...lol...Very talented child...
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    Madelynn

    01/15/2010

    Thanks Stellar!-I know!-I told him to write me a poem, original and unique about X-mas. I was expecting Santa, or baby Jesus.-This is what I got! I should have expected it though-in my house we have been 'creating' their entire lives.I have three children.11, 16, 19. All of my kids write. They also paint, and sketch..and, just create!LOL. My kids come home and there like," momma, I gor a D in math." Im always like..ok, we'll work together to bring it up, but...what did ya get in ART??-LOL.-thanx!-Maddi

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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