Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Confessions
I and 18 year old teenage guy living with my Father,
and i go and visit my mother 20 minutes down 26 mile rd.
I do not visit her as much i should, but if gas was cheaper i would alot more often.
But thats still no excuse to not see the women who gave birth to me.
I call her almost every other day to see how she's doing and see how Bob is, her husband to be.
My brother the person i grew up with that has seen my worst faults and greatest acheivements,
has left to fullfill his dream of being a Marine.
I do not hate his choice i just regret not spending all the time i could with him, i hate i that i can't talk to him but once a month if i'm lucky.
Always being told by my parents enjoy your time before you run out of it.
What did I do, i ran out of time to spend with him.
He was off to bootcamp before i knew it being broken down and turned into a robot for the government.
I expected him to come back and be a different person, but i was wrong no one could take away his unique personality.
He is still my brother, i miss him more then i ever thought i would
My Mother my Father both try to keep on this face of certainty
but in reality i know they feel just as i do.
But they worry he might not come home, but i know he will come home i have it set in stone.
I'm confident in my brother, was not very good in school, but when it comes to what he loves not even the afgahn Army can keep him from doing what he loves and coming home.
Monday, March 1, 2010
After Years
After Years
By: Kerry Eitner
A Decade goes by my High School is still here.
My memories hanging around here & there that we share,
like them shoes on the powerlines over there.
That smell i dreaded walking into this reached place
Till now wanting to smell it once more like the beautiful Red Roses in a vase.
All the complaing i had done to get out and find a job and get a wife
Now all the wishing to go back to the easy life.
Using all the things i said " i will never use this while the sun is still bright"
Now realizing "wow my teachers were so right"
Like when you get a flat and that tire you said you will never use in your trunk
You dont really care untill you flunk.
All the friends i got so close with
and now when i think of them my mind tends to drift.
I think about them and all of our mischief.
To all my teachers that put up with our back talk
to ensure we can walk the walk.
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