I sit
beneath an
oak tree,
Smell a
flower and wait.
A man in
black walks by me,
And enters my
white fence gate.
He walks up the
stairs and
knocks,
Then he rings the
bell.
The door is
opened, he says to my
aunt,
He has
horrible things to tell.
Minutes later he leaves my
house,
My aunt with
tears in her eyes.
She only
looks like that, I
know,
When someone she
loved dies.
I set my face down in the
grass,
And wonder who happened to
die,
I look up at the
porch and moan,
Could it be
uncle Guy?
It couldn't be, I
know.
He said he was
well. I
smirk.
My
eyes grow wide, my face goes
pale,
I just know its
Grandpa Dirk!
My
aunt walks over, her
eyes puffy red,
She sits
down by my
side.
She takes my
hand, and holds my
face,
"Your
parents……have
died."