May 8th

15.

Still a child.

Finding myself.

In high school.

I was young.

Silly.

Generous.

Caring.

Excited.

For high school.

I had a dream.

To go to college.

I wasn't exactly sure

what I would study.

I had a big heart.

Always smiling.

Trying to find my way 

while still being a child.

I was home one night.

Playing a game.

My mother came in crying.

I did not know why.

I asked and she told

And my mind grew cold

As so did my heart

That's when I knew

Everything fell apart.

I was no longer silly.

No longer smiling.

I would eventually start crying.

And so a week went along

So I could say goodbye

As I knew from that day

That my father had died.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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