Not Long After...
All I can remember are her eyes,
bright blue,
admiring over my small body.
bright and blinding,
there were lights.
The doctors were frantic,
and my mother's happy smile
slowly turned into desperate sobs of aching tears.
Then there was a white, unforgettable brightness,
and I was no longer with them.
I wasn't scared,
I wasn't lonely,
I was safe and happy.
My mother never moved on from my passing.
They left town,
and she left me.
My old, weathered stone sits alone--
forgotten.
Barely scrawled across the crumbling stone, my name is scratched on: Herbert Dorow.
But I am not scared,
I am not lonely,
I am safe and happy.
I tried to add more description and less boring words. I also tried to use more brushstrokes to make it more interesting.
All I can remember are her eyes,
bright blue,
admiring over my small body.
bright and blinding,
there were lights.
The doctors were frantic,
and my mother's happy smile
slowly turned into desperate sobs of aching tears.
Then there was a white, unforgettable brightness,
and I was no longer with them.
I wasn't scared,
I wasn't lonely,
I was safe and happy.
My mother never moved on from my passing.
They left town,
and she left me.
My old, weathered stone sits alone--
forgotten.
Barely scrawled across the crumbling stone, my name is scratched on: Herbert Dorow.
But I am not scared,
I am not lonely,
I am safe and happy.
I tried to add more description and less boring words. I also tried to use more brushstrokes to make it more interesting.