Your Voice

August 6, 2011
Your voice, immortal
Walking through my childhood
As I learned to walk, and fall,
And sing pretty songs. One day,
You made me feel at peace
When I wanted to die. You created
A moment so magical, I did not know
How to be small enough to fit in it
Or big enough to hold it all. One very
Very, windy raining cloudy water-filled
Darkness night, I learned that you lived
In the sky, that a scary ghost had come
To fetch you one day, and I would never
Get to thank you. And now I cannot
Listen to your voice without thinking
About how happy you sounded
When you sang, the summer in
Your voice, your blonde hair white
Against the sunny water
So different from that
Of the night you left me.
And now I understand.

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GigglyAmbar said...
Oct. 16, 2011 at 3:26 pm
Great poem, hits home with me! Your work is relatable which is great for teens. Also, great picture. definetely goes with the poem
Branden N. said...
Sept. 26, 2011 at 6:45 pm
I love this poem ^^. Makes me think of the children that go through life without appreciating the gift of life their parents brought to them.
miracles-happen said...
Sept. 11, 2011 at 9:58 pm
AaAAawwwww... I get this, I feel it. *nods head* >.< Awww you wrote this so extravagantly; its wonderfully beautiful. :)
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