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Location: Croydon, England, United Kingdom

I write stories and poems in my spare time, practice drumming, hang around with my m8s, and play video games. I love riding on my dads motorbike with him whenever we can.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

A Sad Occasion

Fore note:
Firstly before this poem begins, everything in the poem is of true events that stood in my mind for weeks, two infact. Two weeks before writing this poem I went to a funeral of a very close family member whom I greatly loved and this poem was written to talk myself over the events of that days events and basicaly get it off my chest.

A Sad Occasion


The day at first was a misunderstanding,
Flowers outside a beautiful dedication for a wonderful woman,
Youngsters running around, laughing, joking,
They didn’t understand the day’s meaning.

The game ended and downstairs the children came,
The site that greeted them was an unexpected one,
The sad faces filled with tears,
No longer cheerful, happy, but distraught,
As they view a brown box with two handles either side.

The words Nan and mum in flowers either side of the box,
As the once happy children no longer run, laugh or play,
They realise the sadness of the day and become engulfed,
In a tearful pool of sorrow and distress.