The Reaping- Part 3
Mrs. Everdeen's POV
*Flashback a couple minutes back to when Katniss volunteers*
I am shocked.
It made me teary,
seeing my eldest daughter
volunteer as tribute
in place of my youngest.
Time slows down,
as I think of how
I tuned out
and ignored my daughters
after the death of my husband.
My eldest, she has been raising Prim
all these years
when I should have been.
Watching her volenteer
in place of Prim
made me regret
all those years
of my mental depression.
The escort's Capitol accent
drags me out of my thoughts,
"Let's have a big hand for our newest tribute!"
There is silence.
With my thoughts spinning,
I think about how I should
try to repair
all the damage I've done.
I press the three middle fingers
of my left hand
against my lips,
and extend them towards her.
Soon enough,
almost everyone is doing the same.
This, this symbol...
It is rarely used
in our district.
It symbolizes admiration,
it stands for saying 'thank you,'
it means farewell to someone you love.
I love you.
I always have.
I always will.
I hope you will forgive me.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed reading this! I hope none of you die hard fans like me are mad about this change, with Mrs. Everdeen (they never give her a name…:P) starting the three fingers thing. Like I said, I want to expand the characters, and make it worth it for everyone who reads this! :D
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and if you haven't yet, I suggest you do, because I have not written anything for the next poem yet.
Oh, and thank you to Karen Hesse, author of Witness and more, for this inspiration to tell a story in poetry form.
And also thank you to Mrs. Lin, my English teacher, for making us read Witness. XD
Reviews are more than welcomed! :D I'll give you a cookie! ^O^ kidding.
-Alex Rashid