My friend saw my life,/
and said: “Had I your life, I’d/
kill myself.” Ooooookkaaaaaaayyyyyy!?!
OR
Okay.
My friend saw my life,/
and said: “Had I your life, I’d/
kill myself.” Ooooookkaaaaaaayyyyyy!?!
OR
Okay.
When your life changes/
suddenly, you may wonder/
why it took so long.
When my friends need me,/
I’m always there. When they don’t/
I just disappear.
The best way for us/
to memorialize is/
to do what we love.
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I know it’s a week after 9-11, but … I wrote this poem the day after 9-11-2011, inspired by friends who told me they were out on their boat relaxing.
On that “9-11 Memorial Day” 2011, I:
*Visited the Golden Spike Historical Monument AND the Spiral Jetty (something I’ve always wanted to do)
*Jumped in a golden field under a dark blue and puffy white cloud sky (something unexpected)
*Drank a fresh peach shake in Brigham City, Utah.
*Visited a field of flags and a new firemen statue in Sandy, Utah
I wondered what YOU did to “do what you love” on 9-11 — to memorialize those victims — and our first responders and military — by pursuing our freedoms? You can comment here.
After a long time/
of amazing unity,/
why’s she still looking?
OR
After two decades/
of amazing unity,/
why was I looking?
You want to find a /
girl who will tap her feet to /
classical music.
If you’re not needed/
for the mundane things, are /
you really wanted?
OR
If you’re not wanted/
in the mundane times, you’re /
not really wanted.
If you keep looking /
for reasons someone’s not good/
enough, you’ll find them.
I don’t need to get
my own way. I want to be
heard and understood.
I don’t know how to/
say I’m sorry for wanting /
to see you too much.