Suddenly Gone
Okay, one more meloncholy poem and then i'm back to the story of Crystal. I wrote this poem after my mom passed and I remember me, my brother, my sister, and my aunt all sitting around the kitchen table at about three in the morning, staring blankly at each other and asking, what we were supposed to do now? We had been so busy in the days before she passed and then in an instant time was standing still and nobody knew what to do. It was the strangest feeling I've ever had. So what did I do...?... Sign in to see full entry.