Memories

• Adele Irvine, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

As he comes closer, we picture our lives.
The bubbly, bouncing baby...
The first cry...The first laugh...The first hug
How we used to run...
How we had freedom in those younger years.
The teens came along...
How we always thought we were right.
How our youth quickly ran away...
When the real work began...
When we fell in love...
When we started a family...
When they left...How we couldn't stop crying...
How our friends were taken by the hooded figure...
Now it is our turn...
Death only comes once...live it until the last memory passes.