In my pink swimsuit,
getting ready for a day
at the beach, I hear
news so confusing.
Suddenly, my mother gone.
I sit down and cry.
My grandpa holds me,
I've only aged seven years.
Heavily sobbing.
My father takes me
later, we go to the beach
anyway, but then
see a waterspout
and a rainbow overhead,
Think of sand dollars.
I know she is safe,
I can feel it in my heart,
suffering no more.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
In my pink swimsuit,
getting ready for a day
at the beach, I hear
news so confusing.
Suddenly, my mother gone.
I sit down and cry.
My grandpa holds me,
I've only aged seven years.
Heavily sobbing.
My father takes me
later, we go to the beach
anyway, but then
see a waterspout
and a rainbow overhead,
Think of sand dollars.
I know she is safe,
I can feel it in my heart,
suffering no more.
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