THE DAY HE DIED

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    THE DAY HE DIED

    RING, RING RING
    HELLO?
    WHERE IS YOUR AUNT?
    HELLO?
    YEAH!!
    NATALIE ITS A COLD BLUE
    OK I WILL BE THERE!!!
    RUSHING TO THE CAR FUMBLING THE KEYS....
    BOOM!!!
    THEY DROP TO THE GROUND...
    SPEEDING THRU THE NEVER-ENDING RED LIGHTS..
    RUNNING THRU THE HOSPITAL.. TO THE ELEVATOR...
    CLICKING THE BUTTON FOR THE ELEVATOR TO COME DOWN..
    PANTING!!!
    OUT OF BREATHE...
    HE IS GONE?!?!?
    tears slow decent down my cheecks...
    i walk to the room...
    heart beating throbbing..
    my heart drops to my feet as i see him laying in the hospital bed...
    tupes..
    wires...
    blood dripping from his mouth...
    i try to stop but i cant quit..
    im now standing in the puddle of my life...
    ...................................................................
    we gather here today for the memory of
    NAT SHELTON JR..
    it begins to rain..
    we drive to the cemetary
    the whole time i sitting there thinking about the good time we had..
    him starting me in little league football at 3yrs old
    teaching me how to tie my shoes..
    walking..
    running...
    reading...
    talking...
    they pull the casket out the hurst..
    im one of the paulbearers...
    i look and look and look at the casket..
    we drop it..
    and i say a few words....
    they lover the casket and i say
    see ya later.. ill see you again...
    the casket reaches the bottom and i drop the flowers on top..
    we will meet again i say..
    jan 30, 1930 - may 31, 2005 (74 yrs old)

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    LivingCanvas commented on THE DAY HE DIED

    02-06-2009

    very sad... good write though.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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