Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
xdaisyPoems
I close my eyes and she's in my arms again And I’m five years old again But she is seven And we’re playing in the yard And she is playing with my sister Because their ages match And I play with her younger sister Because ours do as well And that's just the social hierarchy of children And it’s Thanksgiving Again.. And again… And again…. And it’s Christmas Again.. And again … And again…. And she is there every time and she is laughing with my older sisters Taking pictures with them And she is eighteen years old And she is shot And killed Gunned down on the steps of a baptist church Beside her friend And boyfriend And I open my eyes And she's no longer in my arms And underneath my feet is a gravestone Where were my arms then?
0
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
Hold
I close my eyes and she's in my arms again And I’m five years old again But she is seven And we’re playing in the yard And she is playing with my sister Because their ages match And I play with her younger sister Because ours do as well And that's just the social hierarchy of children And it’s Thanksgiving Again.. And again… And again…. And it’s Christmas Again.. And again … And again…. And she is there every time and she is laughing with my older sisters Taking pictures with them And she is eighteen years old And she is shot And killed Gunned down on the steps of a baptist church Beside her friend And boyfriend And I open my eyes And she's no longer in my arms And underneath my feet is a gravestone Where were my arms then?
#loss#love#grief#regret#guilt#death#grieving
xdaisy
Written by
xdaisy
19/F/Labyrinth, to the left
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem