When I think of you,
I almost start to cry.
I take a deep breath,
and then wipe my eyes.
I turn up my head,
to look at the sky.
I've talk to God often,
I keep asking why.
I guess you thought life too tough,
to continue on your way.
Whatever it was you thought it enough,
to end your life that summer day.
Summer Day by Iris Olin
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 79, Published: 11/24/2003