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Re: Short Story Competition 2008
<span style='font-size: 11pt'>Beverly My Sweet</span>
<span style='font-family: Book Antiqua'>Beverly’s mom sat still, staring into space
The weight of grief on her face
The news was too much to bear
Reality captures a mother’s worst fear
So the scene continues to play
Her mind rewinding to yesterday
Taking herself away from this place
To lie in her daughters warm embrace
You see Beverly was only twenty-one
Like the wind now she’s was gone
Taken in her youthful prime
Not given that Oh so precious time
Beverly was born on the Island of Jamaica
Somewhere in the western Kingston area
Resided with a very wicked father
A childhood she would always remember
Her mom had remarried, was working in the USA
While she was on her knees twice a day, but only once to pray
She kept hidden all father’s sexual abuse
It was inevitable she became somewhat loose
In Jamaica it’s like a little parasitic ritual
You have perverts even waiting at the hospital
She reached out to the nearest searching for a savior
But was use to the blueprint of her father’s figure
So like her peers she fell in love with him
Into the depths of society’s so called sin
Thought she found this wonderful king
But all this royalty wanted was that thing
Took it and so easily pushed her aside
Fantasy and reality began to collide
Some say that’s truly the day she died
For hours and hours she cried
All because she told him she was pregnant
He insisted she abort, her choice was irrelevant
It was time she knew he had kids and a wife
Her heart hardened and she began to reject life
There weren’t enough prescriptions to fill
To cure a soul that has fallen ill
It took the love of friends and family
For her to continue her life’s journey
She got the news in early spring
By late summer she would be in foreign
So they made the necessary arrangements
Had her baby and now lived with her new parents
Beverly began to deal with paying the price
A part of her youth she would now have to sacrifice
Got herself a job and went to night school
Was now clearly out of the deep end of the pool
That’s when the cruelty of destiny struck
Too easily blamed on the myth of bad luck
Beverly had a beautiful four month old
Now more precious to her than gold
During the birth Beverly was given a routine procedure
Consequence, now she is susceptible to seizures
Tragedy like this could not have been foreseen
Found only in stories on the big screen
You see it was two days after her birthday
She was feeling so happy and gay
A better life for her daughter she could make
But the next morning she would not wake
Beverly had passed away in her sleep
It was as if she had this special date to keep
So now Beverly is gone
But she surely will not be forgotten
For as we mourn her tragic death
Her memory is found in her daughter’s every breath
This is a true story she was my adopted niece
Beverly my sweet may you rest in peace</span>
<span style='font-size: 11pt'>Beverly My Sweet</span>
<span style='font-family: Book Antiqua'>Beverly’s mom sat still, staring into space
The weight of grief on her face
The news was too much to bear
Reality captures a mother’s worst fear
So the scene continues to play
Her mind rewinding to yesterday
Taking herself away from this place
To lie in her daughters warm embrace
You see Beverly was only twenty-one
Like the wind now she’s was gone
Taken in her youthful prime
Not given that Oh so precious time
Beverly was born on the Island of Jamaica
Somewhere in the western Kingston area
Resided with a very wicked father
A childhood she would always remember
Her mom had remarried, was working in the USA
While she was on her knees twice a day, but only once to pray
She kept hidden all father’s sexual abuse
It was inevitable she became somewhat loose
In Jamaica it’s like a little parasitic ritual
You have perverts even waiting at the hospital
She reached out to the nearest searching for a savior
But was use to the blueprint of her father’s figure
So like her peers she fell in love with him
Into the depths of society’s so called sin
Thought she found this wonderful king
But all this royalty wanted was that thing
Took it and so easily pushed her aside
Fantasy and reality began to collide
Some say that’s truly the day she died
For hours and hours she cried
All because she told him she was pregnant
He insisted she abort, her choice was irrelevant
It was time she knew he had kids and a wife
Her heart hardened and she began to reject life
There weren’t enough prescriptions to fill
To cure a soul that has fallen ill
It took the love of friends and family
For her to continue her life’s journey
She got the news in early spring
By late summer she would be in foreign
So they made the necessary arrangements
Had her baby and now lived with her new parents
Beverly began to deal with paying the price
A part of her youth she would now have to sacrifice
Got herself a job and went to night school
Was now clearly out of the deep end of the pool
That’s when the cruelty of destiny struck
Too easily blamed on the myth of bad luck
Beverly had a beautiful four month old
Now more precious to her than gold
During the birth Beverly was given a routine procedure
Consequence, now she is susceptible to seizures
Tragedy like this could not have been foreseen
Found only in stories on the big screen
You see it was two days after her birthday
She was feeling so happy and gay
A better life for her daughter she could make
But the next morning she would not wake
Beverly had passed away in her sleep
It was as if she had this special date to keep
So now Beverly is gone
But she surely will not be forgotten
For as we mourn her tragic death
Her memory is found in her daughter’s every breath
This is a true story she was my adopted niece
Beverly my sweet may you rest in peace</span>
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