Bill Williams

• Marita Aprim, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

Bill Williams was a police officer who was a happy man,
Who fought for his rights and was never sad,
He was my brother.
Bill Williams was never in trouble,
Bill Williams became not himself,
He fell into a coma,
He went, and I never got the chance to say,
What he meant to me.
I remember I put my head on his shoulder,
I cried and weeped,
The last thing he said was I’ll be fine and then fell asleep.
When I brought him home,
I laid him down onto his bed,
Then, I sadly looked at him and
Remembered the memories back then.
And that was the end