Saturday, September 6, 2008

A Childhood Memory!

Yes... this piccy is of me when I was little having a nynybys!

I was going through all my poems and stuff that I had written years ago, and I came across this one that I thought I might share with ya's !

I wrote this poem when I was about 10 - 11 years old, but that's all I'll say for now... have a read of it and then I will explain!...


I’d like to tell a story, a story like no other,
It is about someone who was a Daughter and a Mother.
She spoke another language, and couldn’t speak her mind,
She always kept to herself and was never unkind.

Her children were killed not long ago, her Mother murdered too,
She saw the whole thing happen, there was nothing she could do.
She’d stay out of peoples way, and traveled all alone,
She’d hide in dark places and had nothing to call her own.

She had no friends or family, no one knew she was alive,
Her only goal in life, was just simply to survive.
No body ever knew her; this really makes me cry,
The only time I saw her, was when I watched her die.

This isn’t just some poem; this story is very real,
Now take some time to think, how does this make you feel?
Well I don’t know about you, but it makes me really sad,
It makes me feel so selfish, of the bad life that she’s had.

Now there is much more to this story, and I think you just might find,
That once you read this next bit you’ll probably change your mind.
You see, she was a cockroach; she didn’t have a name,
Now ask yourself this honestly - do you still feel the same?

Now that you know the truth, you probably feel relief,
You may think she was just some pest, not even worth the grief.
But to me she was much more; she was just like you or me,
The only difference about her was that she was treated differently.

If this was someone you knew, it’d feel like a nightmare,
But at least they’d be remembered, and people would really care.
For a cockroach its different, no one really gives a shit,
They are treated like a piece of scum, and I’m so fed up with it.

Well I want you to remember, next time you see one flee,
That cockroach is running, because it just wants to be free.
Now you could either stomp it, or kill it with some spray,

But it’s not out there to hurt you, so just let it run away!


LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about obsessed with all animals great and small eh?!

I can laugh about this now (but I will still never harm any creature) but at the time, I was just a child, and I remember being in the kitchen when Mum spotted a cockroach and grabbed the spray to kill it!

I watched it die, and my heart completely broke! I was so distraught, that I ran and locked myself in my room and bawld my eyes out! It was then that I picked up a pen and wrote this poem!!!

Go on! Laugh at me! :-)


16 GiGGLeS:

Ken said...

WOW, I can't write that good now! and trust me I'm a lot older than you!
I get to be the first one to post here! I like that! because when I come back I can tell if anyone has posted after!

Giggle! said...

Kenny - hahaha wow that was quick! I only published this like 10mins ago! :-D

Yeah... I suprise myself even at how well I wrote as a child! All the right words come to me when I'm bawling my eyes out! xx

Dazza said...

It's very touching... and well written!! Perhaps we should set it to music... ha ha.


Lady in red said...

It only took me a few lines to realise this was not a person you were talking about but you still surprised me with it being a cockroach. I have only ever seen one for real once in my life.

yes you are a clever girl to write like that so young and with such feeling and compassion. long may your compassion remain with you.

Ron said... sweet, Giggles!

I wouldn't laugh at you at all, because I've got to be honest....I too have thought about this SAME THING!

About a bug, or any creature being killed, and then their family and friends not knowing what happened to them. I mean, it's like they just don't show up for dinner one night!?!?

Of course, you have read on one of my posts that I have killed bugs on occasion...but ooooh...this post makes me rethink that!!

Thanks, Giggles!

Hey....and I LOVE the photo of you.

It's so CUTE!!!!

P.s. Wonderful poem, dear one!

Jeff B said...

Eeeeew, I hate those little buggers. I'm afraid I'd be the one going after it with my shoe. SPLAT!

Mr Farty said...

Can you send me your snail-mail address please? I've got all these snails, wasps, ants, spiders, daddy-long-legs and sundry creepy-crawlies bugging me, so if I'm not allowed to whack them I'll just send them to you, m'kay?

Brilliant poem for a ten-year-old. Or twenty-year-old, even.

Giggle! said...

Dazza - LMAO!!! Don't you start! Aunty Vi is always hassling me to write songs! (well... sell them) hehe! But somehow I dun think someone would buy a single about a cockroach being murdered! hehehe! xx

Lady - hehe yeah... especially people taht know me, expected that it was about a puppy or something! But it shocked EVERYONE when they learnt it was about a frikken cockroach!! *GiGGLeS* But whats a good poem without a shock eh? xx

Ronnie - LMAO!!!! So cute!... I know right!? All the kiddie roaches would be like - "wheres mum?!" :-P Love it! Ohhh yes I remember that post of yours! But I know that you've good a great heart and don't KILL them intentionally for a thrill! :-) xx

Jeffy - Oi! Well being from a rodent family myself... I can't help but feel for them! :-P xx

Mr Farty - Oh ffs you scaredy cat! :-P Just shoo em all outside! They'll find a new home! :-P xx

Spiky Zora Jones said...

Hi babes...sorry sweetie...bugs...bug me.

I stomp on them as if dancing to an Irish jig.

If they come around... I spay them. If they value their own skin...they better get out of town cause there ain't a town big enough for me and them. Spiders come a close second.


I feel like feaky something crawled on me...whew, it was just my coat sleeve. :D

Ciao babe...Oh and that was a hell of a story for a child to write.

You are so sweet...I just want to give you a BIG HUG...imagine, caring for a bugs feeling. You my dear...sparkle.

Ciao for real hehehe,

Giggle! said...

Spiky - *covers eyes as I read that* :-P heehee ah well at least you're honest! Thanks for the kind words (at the END of your comment!!!) :-P *GiGGLeS* xx

CrazyCath said...

Woah! I am not laughing - that is one talented and sensitive young girl. I am sure the talent will still be there - I am just looking through your blog and love it so far. Over from Daryl's.

Trixie said...

I just read Dazza's comment and thought 'YES!!!!' Not that poem, but some other songs you have written. Dazza, she is a BRILLIANT song writer, and also has a beautiful voice.

Sorry, back to the post.

Not that I've read this before, but I KNEW as soon as I started reading it, it was about an insect. lol.

I'll go on and on and on to you...
you are so talented baby. I really wish you would do something about it!

Trixie said...

Oh, and I forgot to mention...

that picture of you... looks just like Dill with long hair! LMAO!!!

Giggle! said...

Cath - ooooo Hello!! and Welcome! :-) Always love to meet new Bloggers! Awww Thank's for the compliment! I was a very sensative child... STILL AM! :-) Thanks for reading, I'll pop in to see you soooon xx

Aunty Vi - LMFAO!! I knew ya couldn't help yaself! :-P

Yeah Yeah i know... Thankyouuu LOL!

Oh and I know right? I notice alot of my kiddy pics in Dil too! We must be related or something! :-P xx

Rhea said...

Ok, I'm laughing. You're hilarious! You were an animal lover from an early age, I can see that! LOL I never cared much about bugs, especially roaches. That poem is HILARIOUS though, just love it!

I was thinking at first, wow, this is kind of gory about all the mother murdered and such. lol

Giggle! said...

Rhea - hehehe I knew you'd have a chuckle!! LOL if you think that's disturbing!! You should read my teenage poems! xx