Remembering Poems
Uncle ian
by James Whatever
I remember running up and down nanny’s playing hide and seek .
Now I’m wishing you was here so we could all give you a kiss on the cheek .
I remember you and Jason shouting about your rival teams
Now I’m hoping I get to talk to you in my dreams .
But what I remember most about you Ian is your smile . The way it filled a room with brightness and how you made all of us kids laugh almost everyday I love you for this I thank you and I will miss you so much xxxxx
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
The Shirt
by Jacob Weaver
He left his shirt
Probably on the floor
A foot from the laundry basket
Like men do
Just a t-shirt, or polo
Crumpled carelessly
To remember
And wash later
But later, never came
That night, a routine errand
......
Uncle ian
by James Whatever
I remember running up and down nanny’s playing hide and seek .
Now I’m wishing you was here so we could all give you a kiss on the cheek .
I remember you and Jason shouting about your rival teams
Now I’m hoping I get to talk to you in my dreams .
But what I remember most about you Ian is your smile . The way it filled a room with brightness and how you made all of us kids laugh almost everyday I love you for this I thank you and I will miss you so much xxxxx
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
The Shirt
by Jacob Weaver
He left his shirt
Probably on the floor
A foot from the laundry basket
Like men do
Just a t-shirt, or polo
Crumpled carelessly
To remember
And wash later
But later, never came
That night, a routine errand
......
