Lost for words

By misskelizabeth

Sun, 13 Oct 2013
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It's been a while, since I've seen your face or even your smile.
You were wiped from this planet called earth
And your parents are reminded of your birth
Just 18 years old, so much to live for
So much to be told
Cancer, it's a nasty living thing
You told me your be fine, "don't worry babe it's just a blip" 
Everyday I'm reminded of your last words, you told me you love me and it just hurts.
I never replied, I slowly cried as I heard your dad waving me goodbye.
"Kate, he's got to go. He is holding his breath and he won't say no"
We're talk soon he said, that's the last I heard and now a year has gone by and not a word. 
Your funeral was nice, you had your single yellow rose.
Lanterns were lit and tears ran down my nose.
You didn't become that zoo keeper, you didn't watch that arsenal game,
you didn't hear them words back from my mouth, but that's only me to blame.
Everyday I'm reminded, why an innocent man was taken.
I didn't get to explain my feelings
And I feel that I have been mistaken.
Certificate 12
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Such heartfelt writing born from so much sadness in a young life.   Yet some beautiful work is emerging.  Writing can be a healing process. Well done Katie.

Linda

Submitted by Bee on

People often understand how we feel even before we know it ourselves, and can also draw comfort and great meaning from our silence. I'm sure he knew. 

Very honest writing, here - keep it coming.

Bee

Submitted by misskelizabeth on

Thank-you very much, I believe that is true Bee. Hopefully he did know and he went away peacefully. 

I try to write from the inside, thanks again.

katie Howell

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

The best writing always comes for the heart, katie.  As here;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by misskelizabeth on

Thank-you very much Tina, appreciate your comment.

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Kate,

Like LInda I think your writing is really coming on.  You are showing a maturity beyond your years, probably because of the hard knocks you have experienced.

Moya

 

Submitted by misskelizabeth on

Thank-you very much, great practice will help me write even better. 

My educational side of things wasn't there but I have the feelings and imagination to help it progress.