All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
You Made Them Last
December 19, 2018
“Seven Years”— you prayed to God.
And Seven years was what you got.
Seven years you watched me grow,
And seven years, I bury you low;
For seven years, I saw you smile
But for seven years, more,
I wish you'd stayed a while.
Seven years went by too fast,
But seven years:
You made them last.
© Meg Sullivan, Andover, MA
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
After my father had his heart transplant, he prayed for seven more years to live so he could watch me grow up. He passed away after those seven years. But he painted my childhood full of colorful memories— I will cherish them forever.
For those who are grieving, I hope this poem helps you remember your loved ones— they will always be in your hearts.