Kyle Ofe Poems

It's time.
The day when you fall on your knees.
You pray.
To whomever you once believed in.
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If I remember correctly, I believe it was mid June. I think it was a few days before a lot of my relatives and my birthdays. It was the middle of the night, and I was woken up by a pone call. It was a terrible phone call. I don't think I was older than four. We were called down with my extended family in the area, and I had no idea what was happening. The next thing I remember was the funeral. I was too young to realize what death was, and I didn't know I wasn't going to see him anymore.
I remember everyone crying, and I was just waiting for the service to get over.
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