One of my favorite poems, ever., I aspire to be this good Options

[*CrackedRearView*]

Making Sarah Cry


He stood among his friends from school,
He joined their childhood games
Laughing as they played kickball
And when they called poor Sarah names.

Sarah was unlike the rest;
She was slow and not as smart,
And it would seem to all his friends
She was born without a heart

And so he gladly joined their fun
Of making Sarah cry.
But somewhere deep within his heart,
He never knew just why

For he could hear his mother's voice,
Her lessons of right and wrong
Playing over and over inside his head
Just like a favorite song.

"Treat others with respect, son,
The way you'd want them treating you.
And remember, when you hurt others,
Someday, someone might hurt you."

He knew his mother wouldn't understand
The purpose of their game
Of teasing Sarah, who made them laugh
As her own tears fell like rain.

The funny faces that she made
And the way she'd stomp her feet
Whenever they mocked the way she walked
Or the stutter when she'd speak.

To him she must deserve it
Because she never tried to hide.
And if she truly wanted to be left alone,
Then she should stay inside.

But every day she'd do the same:
She'd come outside to play,
And stand there, tears upon her face,
Too upset to run away.

The game would soon be over.
As tears dropped from her eyes,
For the purpose of their fun
Was making Sarah cry.

It was nearly two whole months
He hadn't seen his friends.
He was certain they all must wonder
What happened and where he'd been

So he felt a little nervous
As he limped his way to class.
He hoped no one would notice,
He prayed no one would ask

About that awful day:
The day his bike met with a car,
Leaving him with a dreadful limp
And a jagged-looking scar.

So he held his breath a little
As he hobbled into the room,
Where inside he saw a "Welcome Back" banner
And lots of red balloons.

He felt a smile cross his face
As his friends all smiled, too
And he couldn't wait to play outside-
His favorite thing to do.

So the second that he stepped outdoors
And saw his friends all waiting there,
He expected a few pats on the back-
Instead, they all stood back and stared.

He felt his face grow hotter
As he limped to join their side
To play a game of kickball
And of making Sarah cry.

An awkward smile crossed his face
When he heard somebody laugh
And heard the words, "Hey freak,
Where'd you get that ugly mask?"

He turned expecting Sarah,
But Sarah could not be seen.
It was the scar upon his own face
That caused such words so mean.

He joined in their growing laughter,
Trying hard to not give in
To the awful urge inside to cry
Or the quivering of his chin.

They are only teasing
He made himself believe.
They are still my friends;
They'd never think of hurting me.

But the cruel remarks continued
About the scar and then his limp.
And he knew if he shed a single tear
They'd label him a wimp.

And so the hurtful words went on,
And in his heart he wondered why.
But he knows without a doubt
The game would never end, until they made him cry.

And just when a tear had formed,
He heard a voice speak out from behind.
"Leave him alone you bullies,
Because he's a friend of mine".

He turned to see poor Sarah,
Determination on her face,
Sticking up for one of her own tormentors
And willing to take his place.

And when his friends did just that,
Trying their best to make poor Sarah cry,
This time he didn't join in,
And at last understood exactly why.

"Treat others with respect, son,
The way you'd want them treating you.
And remember, when you hurt others,
Someday, someone might hurt you."

It took a lot of courage
But he knew he must be strong,
For at last he saw the difference
Between what's right and wrong.

And Sarah didn't seem so weird.
Through his understanding eyes.
Now he knew he'd never play again
The game of making Sarah cry.

It took several days of teasing
And razzing from his friends,
But when they saw his strength,
They chose to be like him.

And now out on the playground,
A group of kids meets every day
For a game of kickball and laughter
And teaching their new friend, Sarah, how to play.

- Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey

[dreaming.of.ange...]

thats such a nice poem... *sniffle*

oh thats touching. where did you find it? I should use a phrase for me next layout...

[*CrackedRearView*]

It's in Chicken Soup for the Soul II, and yeah, that would be an awesome layout.

I'd definitely use it.

[kantoaznboi]

dats a hecka good poem!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

[pOOpii_h e a dxD]

omg thats soo nice ...sad happie it had everything

[sheepy]

ooo dat was so sweett

[aZn_hApPy05]

thats such a good poem... that makes u think that u should put urself in dere shoes to understand what dere going through. very awesome poem

[kyuubi319]

at first its like... such a sad poem, but then it ends so happy!!! kinda brings a tear to your eye... *sniff* i am *sniff* not crying! *sniff*