May 4, 2010
By gray- BRONZE, Bloomer, Wisconsin
gray- BRONZE, Bloomer, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
My favorite quote is too long to fit on here, but basically life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it.

As red as an oxygenated bead of blood
It happens while you sit beside your loved one on their death bed
It sounds like the shrill cries of a young boy calling for his mother

The author's comments:
This poem is about a young boy who has lost his mother in a tragic car accident. This poem was very difficult for me to write and holds a deep meaning to me. My stepmother died in a car accident, and my younger brother had nightmares about it for many months. Through this poem I wanted to ease some of my pain, as well as portray my brother's pain.

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