August Day

by Liz Suffecool   Oct 29, 2005


It was a warm august day,
mom had gotten a phone call and all i heard made me know you were gone,
so I quickly walked away

My mom came to my room,
even though she knew I already knew,
she told me that you were gone on that august day

the tears started coming faster and I knew Id miss you so,
I know you were 93 but I still didnt think it was time for you to go,
so I cried my self to sleep on that august day

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