Oliver

Hello there, I'm sure you already know who I am, My full name is Oliver Lee Kirkland, everyone. I am a mere twelve years old at this moment, But I love to write poetry, here's is my life, full and done. I was nothing more than an accident when I was born, My real mother even considered abortion when I came along. But she went along with it, and then I was born somehow, But I was a very sick little thing, I wasn't very strong. The only family I knew that loved me was my grandfather, The one that I was named after in the first place. When I was wrongly beaten by my parents, he was always there, Always there to fill the void in my chest, the empty space. It was a few days before my birthday that I found my parents, Sprawled on the ground, overdosed on new drugs they found. I was sent to live with my grandfather, who I could trust, But for some reason, I always felt sadness linger around. Tragedy struck, and my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, And I remember those last words he uttered before the line went blank. "Spread your wings, child..." He said with a worn out smile, And tears fell down my face as my heart sank. I was sent to an orphanage, where I was rather ignored, No one liked me, I was always left out or alone. Without interaction, I fell into a dark hole that I couldn't get out of, And my eyes were as dull as a stone. Luckily, I was adopted by a very sweet woman by the name of Alice Bell, All alone without love because she couldn't have any children. With a smile, she swept me away and treated me better than ever, Overjoyed to finally have a child of her own, it was gift she was given. Now, we spend our time together as a happy mother and son, Doing many things together that I never could have done before. Like my grandfather said, the smart man knew everything, I have spread my wings, and they will lead me on forevermore. April 9th, 2015