Poetry
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Goodnight Bambina
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A scratchy woven hat sits on my head
as I slide down the snowed hill, when my
head smacks a branch. Tears flood my eyes,
when you put me by a fire. A tender kiss
rested on my head. “Close your eyes
and go to sleep, Bambina.”
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Reruns of That’s 70s Show cover
the screen, cozily wrapped in a
thick blanket. My head sits gently
on your boney shoulder. A whisper
fills the room. “Close your eyes,
and go to sleep, Bambina.”
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Nurses leave the room again, as
clock strikes one. Dark heavy bags
grow under my eyes as I quickly reach
for another slip of coffee. Your skeleton
hand wraps around mine. “Close your
eyes, and go to sleep, Bambina.”
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Bone white fabric matches your
skin. Lips delicately painted on
as a soft pink sits on your cheeks.
My lips hit your icy forehead one
last time. “Close your eyes
and go in peace, Nonna.
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Isabelle Dunkerly is a eleventh grader at Catonsville High School. This is her second publication after first being published under Young Writers USA in their book SOS Sagas: Hunted. Beside writing, in her free time she enjoys going to the ballpark, listening to live music, and spending time with her friends and family.
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