The Phone Call
My sister and I were told
that we were going to my
dad’s.
So we said
good bye
to everyone
then
that we would see her
Tomorrow.
We got to are dad’s
but he seemed more…
distant
then other times.
As we were just about to
be tucked in for bed
The phone rang
1
2
3
4
it stopped
A
moment
of
silence...
this was the
first time
I saw my dad
cry.
My mom had
passed away.
That was the start of the
Revolving door called
My life.
I am having trouble making it flow any advice?
what do you think of it?

thats sad! i feel for you...i can't say i understand but i have some sort of an idea. my mom's dad died when she was 10 and i have never met him so i know its REALLY different but its a loss that you can never get back...
ReplyDeletesad but i like it in this poem i feel how your feeling and its not a good feeling but its in there
ReplyDeleteI think it flows nicely. The way it was written gets the feeling across well. It's sad. I think though when you say are you mean our.
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