okay, I wrote this about 2 weeks ago, and i'm really nervous about posting it, so here it goes:

A hole in my heart,
A big, gaping mass.
It shattered to pieces,
Like fine, thin glass.

This could not be right,
This could not be true.
My throat was tight,
That December day, 2002.

As I stared into the casket,
Memories flashed by.
She had once put eggs in my basket,
But that was before she had to die.

But the memory that stood out,
Was just the past day.
I had screamed, cried, and shouted,
Like a horse stuck in clay.

Six bullets in her body,
Two in her chest.
My step-dad was naughty,
The doctors tried their best.

If I could hold her one more time,
That would be enough for me.
She was beautiful, sweet, and kind,
I'll miss you, mommy...

Its a poem about my mom, Last year (Dec. 15 2002) my second step-dad shot her to death. (I had another step dad, but she got divorced, then married to the person who killed her later on...) I like writing poems about my mom, and I feel kind of strange posting it here, but I just felt like doing it, so please tell me if its good... :flowersmile: