This was my first poem when i was about 7 or 8.
Grandpa...

Look!do you see them?
the white roses in a world of darkness...

Why i write,
i dont know why...

I need to let you go,
i am no good for you...

I know shes there,
a sister at heart...

I wish you knew,
how much i love you...

I hold this child in my arms,
he gives me a smile and laughs...

Her eyes closed,
her hands folded gently...

I cry out every night,
i call out to you...

Smelling the roses on the roadside,
enjoying life...

An old one...you look at someone and you see...
and if you dont see them you still know they are...

I feel so horrible deep down,
no one cares...