Single file line
I wonder if he knew them
Cars people lines and verse
Tied to them by blood
Nameless faces all know me
Forced myself to smile
I stand in a group
Making jokes about my age
Death has no humor
Tight room suffocates
With several people watching,
I lean against the wall.
My Father walks in
I tell him I like his tie
He calls sister ‘Bitch’
Grandma forgets year
She asks how her dad died
My Grandfather died
Mom hops between rooms
I try to help her calm down
I am no rabbit
I play middleman
Problems all stem from people
Ice in cups dangle
I held a white rose
Dropped my rose in Grandpa’s grave
Stared at walls of dirt
We sit on plastic
Grandma sits on a cushion
My shoes pierced the ground
The guard has 21 guns
The tent shaded us from sun
Another leaf falls
Snow Globe
The days, the months, the years
it seems have passed me by so quickly.
Now I’m left holding remnants
of a glass figurine I admired once.
If dreams didn’t disappear from reality,
and love never lost a battle,
if hope was all we needed
to have faith and faith
to have what we’ve always needed;
if tears were always of joy
and glass didn’t break on hardwood floors,
if flowers failed to wilt
and wrinkles diminished into nothing,
then age and change
and the bitter sweet endings
would mean nothing more
What shapes the shadows on the wall,
shapes the future that we hold.
The world shrinks in size,
music fades in a jewelry box,
the floors and talk change undetectably.
Paper may burn fast or slow,
but it still will go,
and nothing but ash will remain.
The art of childhood
for a child, is seamless.
The child doesn’t realize
that when she sits in her room,
wishing she could be older,
she’ll sit in a much different house later,
wishing she could be younger.
The light burns on the wick of a candle
and in a wink of an eye, it’s all gone.
About the Creator
vihar vaghasiya
I am an entrepreneur and a content writer. I am making a blog to share my experiences with others. My blog is a mixture of general lifestyle, fashion and style tips. My motto is that life must be aesthetic as well as practical.
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