I waited in the emergency room dad
Counting patients as they went to the back room.
At four in the morning, mom drove me home.
In the house I found my family sad.
They'd always taken tragedies in their fright.
Momma Blossum said he was a good boy.
I ran to an embrace from a shadow,
But when I got closer I was embarrassed.
The shadow grew larger. Shoot it was me!
She told me she was sorry for my lost.
Passionate pains inquired I was his
Favorite girl that wasn't always there,
But I tried as best as I could to be there.
Three days later we arrived at the home.
There laid my lovers corpse but much lighter.
I walked up to the casket with tears raining
From my eyes, realizing he was really gone.
He wasn't coming back this time, I didn't say goodbye.
He wore a gray suit with a blue flower,
And laid in a six by three foot casket with
Neither blemishes nor red pimples filled his face.
A six times three box for every year I loved him.
inspired by Mid-term Break by Seamus Heaney
V.B. period 1
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