You had to go and that is understood. Things just weren’t right here for you. The feeling you have given me Has left me alone, standing alone. I’m almost certain that you can see. During your absence it has given me time To think of ways I can escape this. To run away from the pain. Nothing ever seems to work It’s almost like a never ending rain. With you there and me here standing alone I worry for the day to come The day when we are further apart You won’t be there in the coming year, To help me through things, but you’ll be in my heart. There is also a fear of being detached, Of being separate for so long. We have progressed through the years. The times we have shared merely brightened my day And now all I can do is shed the tears. The hurt that I am feeling right now, I know that you can feel it inside. But I want you to remember that once it’s through, You’ll always be my mother, Someone whom I will forever look up to. *My mom is going through a tough time right now. I've never seen her like this. We moved from Pennsylvania to South Carolina last March. Since then are lives have drastically changed. Now she and my dad are splitting up and she's moving back to PA, along with my brother and two sisters. So it'll be just me and my dad very shortly. I thought I'd write something for her that might cheer her up. I know I haven't told anyone my age yet, but I'm 17 years old. There's not much I can do for her, but I promised her that I would take care of my dad. He'll need the most help out of all of us. I'm the one who always is there for anyone, I can handle the most and changes don't effect me much. Sorry, I know this is for poetry and I don't really know anyone here but I had to get this out...
Fairies The moon has risen the sun has gone, The fairies come out one by one. The stars light their way through the weary night. They must get prepared for their untimely flight. The winter has come much too soon. They must flee this night, by the light of the moon. The days are cold, the nights just as bad. The fairies have lost what they once had. The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night, Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.
