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Reflections

May 23, 2016
By hannah.luellen BRONZE, Denton, North Carolina
hannah.luellen BRONZE, Denton, North Carolina
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Feeling alone now,

I wait for love to carry
Me back home again.

Back to a time when
We all gathered around the
Beautiful tree.

The cousins and the
Grandchildren would open their
Presents by the fire.

Warm, happy, bright
We wouldn’t go to sleep that
Long, and joyful night.

I miss the old days,
when everyone was so much
Closer together.

Playing in the snow,
Like I didn't live thirteen
Hours away from

The only family
I know, and have come to love.
I miss those days when

I would play outside
with my neighbors in the sun,
When everything was

More fun, and stress free.
Back when I could be me and
Not worry at all,

About tomorrow,
Or the days that were to come.
I lived in the hour,


I lived for the days,
I could just go run and play,
But now I am here.

Life is so stressful,
Yet there is room to have fun
Every now and then.

Soaking in the sun
On a salty beach somewhere,
The wind in our hair.

Despite this, I still
Feel like I cannot be
Who I was before.


Until I met you.
You make me feel like I will
Never age again.

In your presence, I
Feel like a small child again.
With bright eyes, a smile.

Someday we will come
To these places together,
And then remember,

The things we went through,
Things that changed us forever.
But, now I have you,

I can stand for what-
Ever decides to come our
way, and now I’ll say,

I am not alone.
Love has finally carried
Me home once again.


The author's comments:

When my grandpa had a stroke, my grandma needed help taking care of him, so she moved in with my family. She was from Oklahoma, and every other Christmas we would take the thirteen hour drive from my house to hers, where all my first cousins and close childhood friends would gather around in the living room to unwrap gifts on Christmas day. When she moved in with us, however, she had to sell her house, leaving behind all the memories that went with it. When she left that house behind, I left a peice of me behind as well. This poem reflects some of my feelings of being a child, when my family felt closer.


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