Old Poem...
I was looking through one of my old notebooks today in my grandma's garage.. and I came upon this poem(elegy) I wrote about 4 years ago... yeah long time ago when I was little and stupid.. but anyway.. It's about my cousin and I thought I would share it with you..
Deep in the night
she saw a ghostly sight
His blood covered face
the night was silent
knowing they could not stop it
they watched and cried
as they watched their young baby end his life
with a slow drop of his head
The room turned dark
and all they could do was hold him in grief
Their lives came to a pause
when every day they see the empty crib and cry
missing him so much
28 days he lived
and in one very slow minute
he was gone
Of course we all miss him
but we know that
living in grief wont bring him back
so we get back to our lives
but he will be in our memory
always and forever...
*In memory of Donald*
Deep in the night
she saw a ghostly sight
His blood covered face
the night was silent
knowing they could not stop it
they watched and cried
as they watched their young baby end his life
with a slow drop of his head
The room turned dark
and all they could do was hold him in grief
Their lives came to a pause
when every day they see the empty crib and cry
missing him so much
28 days he lived
and in one very slow minute
he was gone
Of course we all miss him
but we know that
living in grief wont bring him back
so we get back to our lives
but he will be in our memory
always and forever...
*In memory of Donald*