The FamilyA Poem by trippy kitty
I remember the day perfectly.
The air was cold. The leaves were gone. I was alone. That's when I saw her, that was when I saw them. Their faces were the color death. Their eyes watery and their bodies thin and fragile. She was holding a white rose, and stood in front of the stone, as the wind blew across her face. The boy smiled, clearly confused. "Where is brother?" I heard him ask. "Where did he hide?" She smiled sadly and she tells him, "He's hiding. But we will see him soon again." They both walked off, hand in hand, and she stared at me and I swear I could hear her when she said, "always smile. Never show them your tears. Be happy. It won't ever be your turn."
© 2011 trippy kittyAuthor's Note
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