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Washed Away MAG
October 21, 2016
She began on the journey that started
a lifetime ago
Thick downpour continued to get stronger
Monstrous river wasn’t calming down
Hasty rain submerged the cobbled path
Every stride she took splashed water at her ankles
A deafening crash boomed from the sky
Thunder was a gloomy, bleak melody
Being played over and over again
After a while, she glanced down and realized
She had arrived at the matured, damp stone
With the engraved name
Of whom she held most dear
Something that had become a part of her
over a long time:
Mom
© Laura M., Eagan, MN
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While I was writing this poem, I thought of the word broken and what it would mean. I haven't personally gone through a loss with someone I love. In this poem, I wanted to recreate what a girl's feelings were while walking to her mom's grave. I wanted to have the weather around her to explain what she was feeling. Something I want people to take from this is that even though someone may have not gone through what you have gone through, they can still understand what you are feeling.