Holleigh;
I was just thinking about Jaiden, which I do everyday, but lately more often. I wrote this poem for you about Jaiden. I don't know if it makes much sense, but I miss her everyday and just wanted to share it with you. I love you and your family, and Jaiden is always in my heart.
Have a good day
Love,
Brittany.
If I had one question to ask, what would it be?
As I chase down ideas, and cross off others,
I try and think of the most primary question I would want answered.
Maybe I’d ask why?
Maybe I’d ask what happens next?
Maybe I’d ask, can you take me too?
Speechless, I can’t think of anything to say.
My mind goes crazy running, thinking of a million different things.
It’s so unimaginable, I can’t process my thoughts.
My body weeps.
Water races out, causing me to have to remind myself to breathe.
I put myself back together, as my heart suffocates.
Just another day may I have?
Maybe that’s what I’d ask.
Was it really prerequisite what had to happen?
I guess I could ask every question that I considered asking,
but nothing will change.
Will it?
We will all live on.
We all left will all grow old.
We will all make mistakes.
We will all love, hate, cheat, want, and wait,
but no, we won’t ever interact again.
Will we?
At least until we meet again up above in the impeccable place we all call down here, heaven.
So, maybe that’s what I’d ask.
Why?
By Brittany Griggs
Dedicated to Jaiden Lyndi Tlapa
* September 22nd 1999 - January 14th 2008*
Monday, November 10, 2008
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