Pancakes In The Morning

A poem about losing a mother.

We used to have pancakes,

Now we have silence

We used to have cheer,

Now we have sorrow

Hospital rooms, morgue, funeral,

That's all we have to remember her

Dad is depressed,

Brother is stressed,

And I'm the one who's never addressed

Dad won't look at me,

Brother absolutely hates me

They say it's my fault, for being so down

That I'm the one who forced her to go to town

I say it's not,

It's not true

It was the drunk,

Who took her from you,

Why was he driving?

Why was he there?

Why didn't he stop,

As she flew through the air?

Author's Note

Um...lol...i reread this, and i'm seriously contemplating taking it down. I think I might make it a story instead, any votes?
Also, this isn't a real story, this is just my opinion on drunk driving, so uh, don't do it.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I say it serves it's purpose as a poem about a young person dealing with having lost a mother and then being outcast by family because they feel the young person is to blame... It's a tragic situation, but looking at it as it is....which is simply a piece about your view on the subject... I don't see anything wrong with it.

Granted... the last line... kinda cheezy... but I think it's good to be abit over board on pieces like this.

Great Ink! Oh...and everything writen is a gem... even if you don't think so... There is always somebody who like it. =)

Aaron - Wolfwind