Friday, February 22, 2019

For writing we looked at a poem called the Broken Circle and this is my poem for my nana.

The Broken Circle.

Stanza 1
A broken circle in our family.
There’s a missing braunch on our family tree.
A missing plate on the dinner table,
An empty feeling of sadness inside of me.

Stanza 2
You've left our family here on this planet,
And siblings who hold you in God’s hand.
Yet,it’s hard to bring you back it’s like
Counting sand.




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