The Days

July 29, 2008
By Amy Terracciano GOLD, Madison, New Jersey
Amy Terracciano GOLD, Madison, New Jersey
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A day goes by,
then another does too.
You can’t keep track,
but do you really care?
Another day flies by,
and you say no and no again.
But then,
You remember what happens,
you loose count of everything,
and everyone,
don’t realize the importance of a loved one.
The light burns out,
it becomes so dark.
Your mind goes blank
and you remember the no’s.
Then you see flowers
of all sorts and kinds,
lying there as still as the ground.
It’s over,
and you never want to say no,
because, the light may go out again.

The author's comments:
This piece of poetry was something that I composed to lift the guilt of my grandfather's death off my shoulders. Before he passed away, I hardly visited him and was always reluctant to go, now that I look back on it I wish that I was not so stubborn.

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