Memeries

• D Mead, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

The graveyard was still & deserted
There was a small breeze coming in from the south
You couldn't hear anything except for the grass & leaves brushing against each other
Somewhere in the middle of the graveyard, beneath some trees was a girl
She was standing in front of two graves
On them said their last name, she had the same last name
She looked at them for ages, rereading what it said
She was their daughter & had lost her memory after a crash
The crash had killed her parents & she started remember the past
She started to think about how much they had loved her
She picked some flowers & placed them on the graves
She started out of the graveyard & back on the streets
"Maybe" she thought "someone will find me & love me like they did"