It was the first day of summer
Happy, loved
Green leaves everywhere
little daises lined the road
As the sun glared from its place in the sky
I didn't want to return home
So I walked so slowly
That I kept pace with the little worm next to me
A little boy ran out of his house
Looking for his missing cat
A group of teenagers sat on their porch smoking, poisoning my little atmosphere
I touched the green leaves, one by one
They spoke, whispered, pleaded
But I turned back
It was time to go home
I reached my house, a big white house
Hard to miss, but so invisible
I walked up, cherishing my time
Till I turned the corner
Get in the car
It was time to go
She cried, she drove
As I watched from the back seat
It was time to go
Maybe my father would leave and never come back
Maybe
Hopefully
A silent tear fell down my cheek
It was time to go
We drove till we reached my uncles house
Maybe we weren't going back
Maybe
But I wanted to leave, for what he did, could never be fixed
He shattered me, he shattered her
He chose them, rather than the ones who truly keep him happy
But I will make it
It's time to go
Time to move on
Goodbye little daises, little leaves, little boy.
Tomorrow is my home now
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My father was never a father to me It was time to go. I have made my choice
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Comments2
sometimes a man wants to know that he still has it. And goes searching for the very thing he has right in front of him. "Love" I may be mistaken but it sounds like a family break up? you will survive, don't carry other people's burdens.
you stated your story quite well! ww
Great write, very compeling
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