Tragedy At Ten Past Four

Tragedy At Ten Past Four

It was just about ten past four,
when there was a sudden, loud knock
at my apartment door,

Upon hearing the somber news I then dropped to the floor,
upon hearing that my child would never again,
walk through the open door,

There had been a terrible tragic accident,
and my baby was to be laid to rest
but never to be held no more,

Since then, there has been a lot of anguish,
and awkward silence,
since that devastating knock,
at my apartment door,

On that late night in November,
again, that was at ten minutes past four.

Tragedy At Ten Past Four

Becky Hartin

London, Canada

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poem tragedy

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