Last Day I Had...

• Jack Barrett, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

Another morning I awake, old and frail I am, Before I get up I think about my life, Could I ever stop worrying about her, is she ok, Dump myself out of bed, Except tears still flood my eyes, Funny shows don't seem funny, Gary Hensworth is my name, Honey in her box on the shelf, Isabella is the one in the box, John my friend dazed and confused, Kerry is with him caring for him, Lounge made for two only sits one but John doesn't feel the same, Maybe I'll feel better if I go to John, No not right now... He'll be asleep, Oh how tired I am, Pillow so soft... These are the last things I felt...