Memories

• Julia Baglar, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

She looks into the sky, eyes dripping rain.
Dreadful old flashbacks whilst walking memory lane.

Drops fall memories starting to fade.
Just like the clouds when they cover the sun for some shade.

Memories I remember are from yesteryear.
But how can she make new ones without interfering.

This is madness, she thinks while crying.
I'm here, on the cusp, to lay down and die.