7-30-2008
By: Kaitlynn Traynor
Sitting there
In your chair
Making me laugh
So hard I
Could hardly bear
To breath or stop
Crying tears of joy
Never letting go
Of my favorite toy
Sitting there
In your chair
Watching T.V.
Locked on
With a stare
Never losing sight
Watching w/o a care
Sitting down
With out a frown
Asking me about
The cutest boy in town
Asking me
If his name was Bob or Jon
No I would reply
His name is Tom
Sitting down
With out a frown
Telling me stories
Me listening
With out a sound
Each time I saw you
It got worse
From losing your teeth
To bean so small
You’re losing your shirt
I rejected seeing you
Cause it hurt so much
Epically in my hart
Where the pain began to crush
But now you’re gone
Your spirit
I hope it flies free
But I hope not soon
That this will be
But one day your spirit
Flies with me
Next to each other
Side by side
Gently nudging
You’re always here
On the inside
I hope your spirit
Lives on happy
In a world where
You are free
From pain and creulity
And where you always
Belong rite next to me































