Dianne Alvine
Gone
(Pantoum)
Children used to play outside
Through all the seasons of the year,
On sunny, summer afternoons
Their laughter echoed through the trees.
Through all the seasons of the year,
The children played their children's games,
Their laughter echoed through the trees,
While mothers listened to the news.
The children played their children's games,
Doors were locked, the windows shut,
While mothers listened to the news,
They called their children's names out loud.
Doors were locked, the windows shut,
On sunny, summer afternoons,
They called their children's names out loud,
Children used to play outside.
Bio
I am retired, but have worked in the field of social services my whole life. I have 3 children and 6 grandchildren. I also have 3 animals, two of whom I 'rescued' from a local shelter. I love to read and write poetry and have done so since I was a child. It is my passion. My poetry has been published in several anthologies, as well as a local magazine titled 'Echoes of LBI'. I was recently a featured poet of the week on the Super Highway website. I am presently working towards completing a chapbook.