The Red Bow Jade Duncan-Gould She watches the raindrops as they splash around her feet. She tries to catch them in her little rosy hand, But her fingers curl around nothing. She watches the rain with a sharp and determined focus. Tears begin to pool in her eyes until they overflow, cascading down her puffy cheeks. The girl is covered in water now. Her bright yellow raincoat is the only thing that makes her stand out in the downpour. Her glossy purple boots now covered in mud, are planted in the growing puddle beneath her. A red bow gleams in her wet brown hair, She looks at the sky above her. And she cries, A tiny piercing wail. Unfair. She has lost so much, So much has been taken from her, A little girl, a dot on the vast ever-widening earth. A street light shines, winking at her with mock sincerity. And she cries, She sobs and wails, She has lost much more than the rain has, more than the mud on her boots, more than the street light. Memories engulf her, They threaten to capture her, She remembers and she will never forget.
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