(Here's Brooke's poem...)
Brooke
freeman
Selbach
English
II H
09
January 2016
The Days Go On and On
Day
1, birth, beginning. A jump into life and my eyes open for the first time.
I
see Mom and Dad. And then I see her.
They
hold me. She holds me.
Somehow,
there’s automatic trust.
The
days go on and on.
Day
378, she’s my best friend.
Hide
and seek, tag, ring around the rosies: all our everyday activities.
I
fall, she picks me up. I cry, she makes me laugh.
We
wear matching overalls and our hair in braided pigtails.
Day
1,092, things change.
She
goes to school.
She’s
away for a couple hours every day. I miss her.
She
makes new friends and, without me realizing it, she grows up.
Our
play dates get shorter and shorter.
Day
2,954, she ignores me.
When
her friends come over, I’m like the annoying fly buzzing around her head.
I
try to fit in with her. I copy her. She hates it.
She’s
almost a teenager. And I’m just a little kid.
Day
3,622, she sleeps all day, eats occasionally and texts her best friends on her
new phone.
Does
she even know that I exist?
Day
4,339, B-O-Y-S. That’s all she thinks about.
She
texts them and talks to them, but not me.
Day
5,110, she drives me crazy.
She
thinks she can boss me around. We fight.
I
wish she would quickly finish high school and move out.
Day
5,475, she’s gone.
College
took her away in the blink of an eye.
One
moment she’s here, bothering me, and then she’s gone.
I
take it back. I want her to come home. I miss her.
Things
change.
We
text. We call. We laugh.
We
go back to Day 1, the beginning. A jump into life and I see her.
I
see her as my trusted play mate, my oldest pal, and the best friend that she
has always been.
I
see now the times where she picked me up after I had fallen.
Even
when I thought she wasn’t there.
The
days go on and on.
Day
5,503, she’s home, but only for a little while.
We
take advantage of the time together and keep in mind time wasted in the past.
Day
5,622, we’re closer than ever.
In
a couple days she leaves to serve a mission, to help people.
568
days, and I’ll be counting down every one of them like a child counting down to
Christmas.
I’ll
miss her. But 568 days is nothing compared to 5,000 days we’ve already lived.
We
still have some 31,000 days left to live. And I don’t plan on wasting a second.
Now,
she may be on the other side of the country, but when I fall she still picks me
up.
When
I cry, she still makes me laugh. I don’t know what I would do without her, my
sister.
(Here's Megan's response...)
Hey Dad!!:) Everything is going great!!!
THAT SLAM POEM MADE ME BAWL!!!!!!!! Sister Griffin thought someone
died or something because I was crying so much!! Haha it was the
sweetest poem I have ever read!! I had no idea she was talking about
me until it said mission!!!!!! I keep reading it! Brooke is so
talented in writing! Thank you for sending me that. I will cherish
that forever!! Does she know you sent it to me?:)
Thanks for everything! Love you dad!
Sister Freeman
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