It used to be the family’d come,
the water was our first love
The three of us did everything,
we fit just like a glove
I come now bringing Tommy,
but he misses so his dad
He died last year, our life’s a mess,
I can’t get back what we had
Sitting here I must go on,
though I am broken and a mess
I hope one day we both will learn,
we still have to do our best
Author notes
credit photobucket for picture inspiration
A contest entry
- By the water PIF Quickie by carole21.
1700 points, ended September 30, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice take on the prompt . . thanks for the contest entry
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Wow. This is a very sad poem. Great job. I like it alot.
Mike
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beautiful, as always.
Mylee -
Once again...such a sad write. Very well penned tho and I wish you all the best come judging time 
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This is so sad but a great write!
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