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November 1, 1965  you set out for our country
I hear the story  but maybe it was a nightmare
You were on a tower and you flew to the ground
You never knew that the bomb was coming  
You came  back to us with something we didn’t know
You had cancer
When I was born you were there
But that day was one big blur 
I never got to hear your story but I know they would of been great
I had one last meal with you and never heard me sing and never took me out to get ice cream
On the last day we went out for lunch
I never knew that was the last time i saw your face
I was 3 too young to relives I had lost someone who loved me
You will be missed you're still in my heart forever and maybe one day I will be with you and you get to hear my story




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