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Date Posted: 13:40:31 10/20/06 Fri
Author: nightangel
Subject: Mommy (ein Gedicht, das mich ber�hrt hat)

Gestern Abend fand ich, beim St�bern im Netz nach Gedichten, folgendes. Es hat mich gefesselt und ber�hrt so das ich es jetzt auch an euch weiter geben m�chte. Ich lasse auch den text, betreff Herkunft und Autor, den die Person von dessen Seite ich es habe schrieb, darunter stehen. M�chte selber auch keine copyright verletzung begehen. Also vorab schon mal es ist nicht von mir.

Mommy
by Squeakers

Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool.
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy;i Was a good gir, I did
What I was told.
I went to school,I got straight As
I even got the gold!
But Mommy when I went to school that day,
I never said goodbye,
I m sorry Mommy ,I had to go
But Mommy please don t cry.
When Johnny shot the gun,
He hit me and another.
And all because Johnny,
got the gun fom his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy;
That I love him very much
And please tell Chris;my boyfriend
That it wasn t just a crush
And tell my little sister;
That she is the only now,
And tell my dear sweet Grandmother;
I ll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends,
That they always were the best,
Mommy,I m not the first,
I m no better than the rest
Mommy,tell my teachers;
I won t show up for class,
And never to forget this,
And please don t let this pass.
Mommy why d it have to be me?
No one deserves this
Mommy,,warn the others,
Mommy ,I left without a kiss.
And Mommy,tell the doctors;
I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor,
Trying not to cry.
Mommy ,I m slowly dying,
With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy,please remember,
Im in heaven with the rest.
Mommy,I ran as fast as I could,
When I heared that crack,
Mommy ,listen to me if you would,
Im not coming back.
I wanted to go to college,
I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I m not going with Daddy;
On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married,
I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress ,
Mommy I wanted to live.
But Mommy,I must go now,
The time is getting late,
Mommy tell my boyfriend,
I m sorry, but I had to cancel the date,
I love you Mommy, I always have,
I know,you know it s true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is,
"Mommy, I love you"

Dieses Gedicht (muss ich aufgrund des Copyrights anmerken)
stammt NICHT von mir.Was ich aber �ber das Gedicht wei�,ist
das es im Hinblick auf die Schie�erei
an der Columbine Highschool in Littelton,
Colorado,am 20.04.1999und als Erinnerung an
die Opfer dieses Tages geschrieben wurde.
Ich dachte ich schreib euch das Gedicht ins
Poesiealbum,da ich finde,das diese furchtbare
Trag�die und die Opfer im Ged�chtnis von jedem
behalten werden sollten,damit das
nicht mehr passieren kann.

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