Poems I wrote for fun (3/3)

I hate this one sm :,) Its also about my dead dog B)

Awake, I get ready.

Breakfast and family around me.

He’s missing and I feel unsteady.

Time to go to elementary.

The day was fun.

Now it was time to leave.

Stepping out into the sun.

I feel a breeze.

We get in the car.

Mom was quiet.

The drive felt far.

Mom couldn’t quite form the words to say it.

The flowers, painted with color, next to his grave.

The sadness washes over me like a cold wave.