‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could just
see you….”
Preface: Today the
babies ripped up the envelope Eoin Colfer sent me his proof of The Fowl
Twins in. Basically the coolest piece of mail I've ever received from
anyone ever is utterly destroyed. And so I wrote a poem about it.
Sadness Is
By Amelia Rose
For Eoin Colfer
Sadness is
Falling.
Down
Down
Down
And
scraping yourself
On the cold hard ground.
Sadness is
Waiting.
For Godot to come
But he never does.
Sadness is
Being ditched
during a game of hide and seek
with your friends
who aren’t really friends at all.
Sadness is
The death
of a loved one
Missing the bus on the first day of school
Losing the twenty dollar bill in
your back pocket
Not having anyone to sit with in
the lunchroom
Getting in a fight with your best
friend
Not getting cast in the play you auditioned
for
Sadness is
Missing the
one
You’ve loved
And lost
And watching them live their life happily
Without you.
Sadness…is.
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