When I was a little girl,

I thought I could climb the tallest mountain

And grasp the whole world.

As I got older and learned more,

I realized that some doors would close,

But that didn’t mean I’d be forever banned to soar.

Somewhere in the middle of then and now,

I lost myself to personal strife,

And almost took my final bow.

Luckily I regained faith and relearned what it meant to live,

Because I had almost lost sight of…

It's been eleven years,

and still I shed tears.

The time flew

and the pain of losing you,

is like the early morning dew;

Always there,

through all the where and tear.

That night, will forever be engrained

inside my head,

and the memories will never lay

fast alseep, well rested and tucked into bed.

No wishing on a shooting star,

will ever change what was lost

eleven years ago.

It won't get me…

I wonder what I truly remember after all the times I reminisce.

Could it be true memories,

Or just skewed visions amiss?

Sometimes I remember swinging in the back yard,

kicking my legs up all the way to the sky;

You'd be right there next to me,

smiling, soaring past heavens guards.

Sometimes I think,

this pretty time-captured moment

should have been a big little hint;

Like one of those badly added…

Just something I wrote for school...  Don't know if it's good or anything; just thought I'd post it anyway to see if anyone liked it!

Looking down I pick up a dandelion, make a wish and blow; the little seeds float to the sky, and past the clouds.  Sighing, I look around hoping and praying.  Dejected, I make my way home.  Opening the door, I walk over to the living room; entering my family room, I see you.  You’re young; still your four…

We should have had a house filled with pictures of us.

We should have had more laughter.

We should have had more smiles.

We should have had more days.

We should have had more special times together.

We should have had more together.

Reminiscing on old memories;

Watching them float like leaves,

With each mighty gust wind dares to breathe.

We can seek solace from the forgotten,

Watch it fade through the colors of the sky.

Tears of happiness and strength trickle down

our window panes.

Let hope conquer all; let it laugh at

Whatever…

His footprints were tiny,

but they were here.

Then in the blink

of an eye,

they floated to the sky.