Goodnight My Angel

This poem I wrote for one of my Closest Friends. Amanda.

I sit alone in my room

Looking at the picture you gave me

Your smiling

No one else has one

Just me

Your Oobi

I have your voice saved on my phone

It helps me fall asleep

I have our conversations

Saved to my computer

Stupid Jokes

Serious Talks

Pictures

Many Pictures

I think about you often

As I lay awake

I expect your calls in the morning

To make sure I'm okay

I'm Your Oobi

I try hard not to cry

But I miss you so much

It's not fair you had to die

No one understands quite like you do

I wrote a letter to your dad

and he promised to leave it with the flowers

Your room is exactly how we wanted it

You never got to move here

Like we planned for you

But one day

Nothing can keep us apart.

I miss you Manda

I will always be your Oobi

 

 

 

Author's Note

I can be a sap some times, but I was always very fond of her....

Reviews

[Lalli]

a sap...?! how could one even tell you are being a sap, when you are talking about hte loss of a loved one. or someone dear and close to you. i actually for a minute, thought it was a love poem, about a b/f who died.. once again flippin it on me at the end.. grr! hahaha.. just teasn'

kudos, keep writin from the heart

much love n' respect

-Lalli

[Progressive Atheism]

A bit of a sap fest, but the feeling you put in the poem allows the reader to slide that away. Losing friends can be hard. Stay strong � don't allow people to infect your mind with talking snakes and whales eating men. That will only make matters worse.

[Brandon]

Nicely done, losing a loved one is never an easy thing to go through.