By Michael MacLean, Sixth grade student, Mill Pond School, Westborough
Photo/submitted
Grief visits the heavy-hearted
Where pools of tears
Stream down cheeks
And warm hugs do nothing
To comfort those hearts broken into shards of glass
Pictures sit upon a black box at the end of the room along with the smell of beautiful flowers.
My legs don’t move
My eyes are like faucets pouring out water as I stare at the box
A sea of darkness is all I can see
My mother’s hugs as warm as the sun cannot stop the never ending death that lingers in the room.
Grief attaches itself to everybody.
I stare out the window
My grandfather stares back
Waving and smiling he looks into my eyes and sees only sorrow
Death comes over and blocks my sight
Death.
Death sits at the window waiting to block the sunlight that gives happiness to our lives.
Death is a killer and a thief that steals life and kills happiness
When death comes darkness will come with it.
They dance and laugh at everybody in the room without anyone realizing.
It kills you even if it is not you that death claims as its target.
Death lingers in the room I sit in.
Muffled cries and tears dripping onto the floor is the only sound that I can hear. Never ending.
DEATH.
Grief visits the heavy-hearted
Where pools of tears
Stream down cheeks
And warm hugs do nothing
To comfort those hearts broken into shards of glass
Pictures sit upon a black box at the end of the room along with the smell of beautiful flowers.
My legs don’t move
My eyes are like faucets pouring out water as I stare at the box
A sea of darkness is all I can see
My mother’s hugs as warm as the sun cannot stop the never ending death that lingers in the room.
Grief attaches itself to everybody.
I stare out the window
My grandfather stares back
Waving and smiling he looks into my eyes and sees only sorrow
Death comes over and blocks my sight
