Kristy Poem by jessica roberts

Kristy

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As I sat in study hall and Mr. Ewers came in
He sat on the edge of a table and looked around the room
Then he spoke, Kristy died last night
The room was silent for a minute and then girls broke into tears

I got up and ran from the room and down stairs to the girls bathroom
I slid down against the wall and started to cry
As I sat there crying I remember the last thing I said to you
I was not very nice to you at all and I began to blame myself

Someone knelt down and took my arm helping me up
I let her leas me upstairs and back to the study hall room
Everyone was crying and I sat back down and started to bawl again
Our bus driver came over and sat down to talk to me

Everyone in the school was affected when you died
You were loved so much
A lot of us gathered in the study hall room of the school and cried together
We hugged and cried
People could not believe you died so suddenly

It was as if some could not or did not want to believe you were gone
I went to English class but I could not stay for I kept crying
As we all gathered together we tried to think of ways to help your family
People wrote letters and poetry for you even if I could not do it

I now I have never had the chance to visit your grave
I was going to go to the funeral but I did not have a ride
I probably would have cried my eyes out and not been able to handle it
You were such a good person and we were friends at one time

we grew apart

I still cannot bring myself to go and visit your grave
Only because it will bring back to many memories of that day
I miss you so much and will never forget you
One day I will visit your grave

In time when I can handle it better

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 14 December 2006

A vivid expression of loss... caring feelings cascade throughout. Well done, Jessica. Brian

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Mary Nagy 11 December 2006

Such a sad poem Jessica. It is so hard to hear of a classmate dying.... especially if they weren't sick. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. Keep writing.....you'll get the courage to visit her grave in time. Just remember, 'she's' not at that cemetery, she can hear you talk to her and she knows how you feel. (I believe that) . Sincerely, Mary

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