sevenatenine

Sadly, our losses sometimes make the best inspirations for poetry.  Stephanie's poem is a perfect example of how our darkest hours can inspire our brightest stanzas.

Forget

Forget his name, forget his face,
Forget his laugh, forget his smile,
Remember he has gone awhile.

Forget the way he used to walk,
Forget the way he used to talk,
Forget the way he held you tight,
Remember he’s with her tonight.

Forget his shoes, forget his hand,
Forget when he had played in the band,
Forget the way he used to sing,
Remember she has everything.

Forget the way he made you glad,
Remember he has left you mad.
Forget his phone, forget his number,
Remember it was such a bummer.

Forget the way he turned out the light,
And forget the way he said goodnight .

By: Stephanie S., seventh grader

 

Artwork by Katy W. seventh grader