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Everyone Has To Die
It was a brisk fall day, leaves still falling
Scarlet, saffron, amber, viridescent
Laughing with my friend, soon to be stopped
The phone call with my mom was brief but left a sour look on my friend's moms face, my stomach warped
When I’m frightened it seems like the worry never leaves my body
Like gum under your shoe
The door creaked open
My heart was a boombox
Thump, thump, thumping around like it was doing some kind of dance
My mom seized my hand and ushered me outside
We took slow steps down the stairs to get to the ground level of the apartment
My mom didn’t make a peep until we approached the car
“He’s gone”
She whispered
“Your uncle is gone”
There were no tears in our eyes
All I had was an aching feeling in my chest
It was pouring
Rain drops glide down the car window, seeming to distract me
As I got home I trampled everything in my path to get to her, my grandma
As my eyes adjusted to the gloomy room I sat
She pulled up a picture of him
Tears then fell from her eyes
Tears flooded mine as well
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This poem explains my emotions and reaction to my mom telling me how my uncle died. This was a story from when I was about 9 years old.