Lacklustre Memories

• Cara Mcmaster-alderton, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

A memory with no love.
A figure with no face.
The loud noises and angry shrieks.
The blood that splatters across the wall.
The salty tears that tumble to the floor.
A crack of thunder and a slam of a door.
The sirens chime as bright colored lights flash through the window.
Strangers enter dripping with water.
You shout at me covered in red.
But I am whisked away quickly like a feather in the wind as you are dragged from my sight.
Gone.
You are gone and never seen again.
A memory with no love.
A figure with no face.
A person who can never be replaced.
My Father.