Random Entry #1

This is the poem I came up with in Wednesday's class- It is quite personal, I have tweeked it a bit, I made my friend and I older than we were. I guess it helps me to clarify it a bit better in my head and on my paper.

Just to give you some background- My best friend and first love, Kellen, we had known each other for years, since grade school I should think. He had gone to Ireland to visit his grandparents for the St.Patrick's Day Festival in Dublin. Unfortunalty the day after St. Patty's his father's car was hit head first by a semi truck. The driver was drunk. Kellen died on impact, he was only 14, his father is paralyxed from the waist down. I'm still in contact with his father.

It wasn't hard for me to write in class. But it proves hard for me now. Odd I know.
Let me know what you think.

Ode to Kellen

Its strange not seeing you here
The flower vases filled with dead daisies
The movie case shut tight
It feels empty even with my life
Filling this space
Being here will never be the same
All of the fun memories we shared
School, parties, and cooking together
I put away your favorite wine
Hoping, praying that maybe you would come back
But I know in my heart
You can never return
I wonder if the Angels would be angry
If I thought of joining you?
I look for any reminder of you
But find none
You took everything with you to Ireland
Even though six days later
You would never see it again.
I miss you.
I will always cherish you.

In loving memory