An abandoned garden tries to survive alone, <br />A blind house with no windows stands alone in the rain, <br />Empty rooms remember their old glory <br />filled with laughter or tears <br />As their shame peels off with time. <br /> <br />A Broken doll lies on the floor <br />and somewhere out there a child <br />feels lonely and cries. <br /> <br />There was not enough time to breathe <br />and pack all they had <br />and cry for tomorrow's uncertainty <br />and run away for their lives. <br /> <br />They wished that they could take everything with them, <br />Old photos of parents and uncles and cousins, <br />Grandmother’s swinging chair, <br />The wooden clock in the living room, <br />Favourite books and records, <br />Cuddly stuffed animals filled with love <br />But they couldn’t. <br /> <br />They wished to find the strength to collect <br />the small things, <br />the priceless ones, <br />those that they were bound with memories. <br />Old scented diaries, <br />Books from primary school, <br />A present from a dear friend, <br />A picture that their child drew when she was five.. <br /> <br />But all they took was their heart <br />packed in a dead suitcase, <br />the smell of the flowers blossoming outside, <br />a handful of solid just to have a small piece <br />of what they called home. <br /> <br />'Sarah' was left behind, <br />along with happiness. <br /> <br />The doll was thrown away and kicked by soldiers. <br />They forgot that they have children of their own. <br />She is now an orphan and alone, <br />but she is not the only one. <br /> <br />Somewhere out there a little girl is growing older, <br />with broken wings instead of butterfly ones, <br />having terrifying dreams of evil soldiers <br />instead of ones filled with <br />castles and fairy godmothers; <br />and praying every single night to God <br />to bring 'Sarah' back <br /> <br />and <br /> <br />her father.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-sarah-was-left-behind/
