This is by my mother
By: Katrina L. Wages...
What's it to die quietly?
Floating through the clouds...
The clouds are swirling black,
The wind is blowing...
He twisted and turned,
Screamed and coughed...
Your smile made the sunrise,
You eyes made the waves break...
They are fighting again
I don't find this exciting...
She came to school with bumps and bruises
she uses all made up excuses...
I miss the way,
You told stories...
The air
it surrounds you and takes your breath away...
Love lasts a lifetime
two hearts become as one...
I remeber that horrible day
The day you got the phone call...
I know one day that you will go
when that will be i do not know...