As I dream, I whisper,
"Is it time?"
The ache of the music,
It is the light.
Free, the cry of happiness,
Sweetness.
It is the shadow.
Masked, frantic screaming,
Power.
"Is it the end?"
I remember when I was little
You would throw me up in the air
Then catch me.
I never thought for a minute you would drop me.
And when I was nine, and we went to Florida
And you took me way out in the ocean
I wasn't even scared
Because I trust you.
Last year a teacher told me
That I act like you and
Look so much like you.
When I grow up
I'll be a writer and
Play the guitar.
I want to be just like you
Sometimes I listen to tapes
Of you preaching just to hear
Your voice.
I miss you when I'm not with you.
I never want to grow up and leave you.
Poems © 2000 Elizabeth Anne May, all rights reserved
I wrote this for school, one year. We were given several poems to read. We had to write a poem using only the words used in those poems, and this is what I came up with. "Dad" My dad is one of the people I look up to most. I also wrote this poem for class. The teacher read it out loud without saying whose it was, and at the end a bunch of girls said, "Awwww." Next I want to write one about my mom. |
|
|
|
|
|