By: Jovianna R., 6th Grade
The tears in their eyes,
The flowers in colorful bloom,
The glass breaking, the fire burning down,
The photos, the cries.the fire,
You try to save the water on the floor, but it's too late.
It is all just a blur of the very first time,
The first candle that lost its light, the first broken glass,
You always think it will last forever,
Not aware of how much you have until you lose it,
The laughter, the unity, the happiness, gone until another year.
The grief so close to Christmas, unlike any I’ve ever faced before,
As if a bad father was not enough,
One who never called and needed to be replaced for a better one,
But learning to deal with the broken glass is by far the hardest part.