June 12,2007 Poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez

</>It feels nice to be out here once again,
Just all six of us a family once again,
There are no worries,
Not a single care in the world,
It was our weekly picnic at the park,
It was the usual green grass shifting with the warm breeze,
It was the usual chirping and singing of the birds in the trees,
It was that nice feeling that we always had,
It only felt odd because now that I realize it,
It was the last one we had,
To be honest I miss it,
Now I am subdued to a time where not a single good word about you exsists,
It's weird how you a man I looked up to my entire life walked away,
You walked away and said you'd come back,
And as foolish as I was I believed you,
It's also foolish to think that I would always run to your room,
In the morning to tell you about my dreams,
But there was just my mother laying there,
And by the looks of it she had just went to bed,
The years have passed and you have yet to return,
I still can't even begin to explain myself as to why I still wait.