Unca Steve gave me dollies
last night.
With pretty hair and
little shoes.
He came through
my window.
Tap tap tap
He came in with a tap
on my window,
and I saw him and
smiled.
Silly Unca Steve.
I got out of bed and
opened the window.
"Hello Kristi,"
said Unca Steve.
And he put a finger
on his lips.
"Shh," he said.
Crazy Unca Steve, is
what my mom called him.
And then he gave me
my dollies,
And told me not to tell,
not to say a word.
That he'd be back tomorrow
with more toys.
He left, and I slept
hugging my dollies,
and when I woke,
I didn't say a word
to Grammie, who was
watching me.
That night I waited,
and waited, and then
Tap tap tap,
he came in with a tap
and I saw him and smiled.
Silly, crazy Unca Steve.
I opened the window,
and Unca Steve came in,
and was cold.
"Goodbye Kristi,"
said Unca Steve, and he
took my present out of his pocket.
"Shh," he said, finger on lips.
And I was still,
and quiet.
I grasped my dollies tight.
And he pointed my black present at me,
and then there was a bang.
And I lost me, lost my eyes.
It was black, and I was gone.
And I said, to crazy Unca Steve,
"Goodbye."
I wrote this poem two years ago. We were supposed to remember a news story, then write a 'Witness' poem about it. I adopted the persona of a little girl, whose Uncle came to her house in the middle of the night and shot her while she was at her grandmother's house. **EDIT** Put this at the end so I wouldn't give away the suspense.
