Death

• Joyce Bruce, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Death

When someone dies that I love,
I miss them cause there up above.
There was a bad day when I was t old,
I lost someone I wanted to hold.
He is not here to share my good days.
I cannot here him say “what a beautiful day”.
I miss his hugs, and I miss his love.
I miss my dad for he is up above.
I love you Robert Charlie Bruce II.


By,
Joyce B. Bruce, 14, 8th grade
Po box 288
Cincinnatus Ny 13040

October 4, 2004
Cincinnatus Christian Academy