Poems by Wenchuan Girls

Dear child, on the morning of May 12, you went to school with your schoolbag on your back and never came back. Dear child, your shoelaces are loose. Let me help you tie your shoelaces to the end of your life. Let me help you tie your shoelaces. Dear child, I remember your beautiful face in the blooming May. Your pink and childish face, sunshine and innocence. Dear children in the morning of dancing, you are still singing the organ, accompanied by pigeons flying in the sky. Your teeth are white and shining with the sunshine at eight or nine o'clock. Dear children in Wenchuan, children lying on the ground, I lit a candle for you, and the candle reflected my tears. You can't hear my prayer, because you slept so soundly. Dear children, children in Wenchuan, children lying on the ground, sleep. Please sleep on my broken heart forever.