Best Poems Written by Emily Kostecki

Thirteen Years

Her Voice I heard in my yard;
Waking up was really hard.
Saw her face and made a scene;
OH! It was only a dream.

Her voice, her laugh, the way she sounded;
She had a way of keeping us grounded.
Her smell, her touch, gone it would seem,
To see her again but not in a dream.

Always admiring her family she raised.
We did no wrong we got nothing but praise.
Stories she told made her brown eyes gleam.
To hear them again but not in a dream.

Family and friends, she had so many,
For each of us her love was plenty.
Cookies and candies of bright red and green,
To taste them again but not in a dream.

At first her walk,
Then her talk, 
Anger arrived with steam.
To love her again but not in a dream.

Thirteen years not nearly enough;
The very last day was clearly rough.
Sometimes it helps to yell and scream;
I really wish this was all a dream.

Copyright © Emily Kostecki | Year Posted 2016