Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

I Remember

By
More by this author
I remember that night.
I could tell it had
happened before the call
came from your mother.
I knew-I could tell.
I was crying before
the phone rang-before
my mother, who answered.
I was crying when my light
was flicked on, crying harder
when I saw my dad with
tears streaming down his face.
Crying against my wall when i got
out of bed,
unable to go further.
Crying into my trembling father's
arms, his pai shooting
right into
my heart.
I remember you, your face,
your smile, your laugh,
your scent,
but I can never see it again.
Your cancer claimed your life-took you off this earth-and took a chunk of mine,
and my family's hearts.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback