Oh, Joan Dardson

the way you look so empty,
the charcoal eyes of yours,
the way I can feel the sadness
your heart has engraved in it,
the way they turn to study
the sunset bruise on your arm
or the gap in your mouth from anger,
the way your sadness drapes
itself over the room you're in
and darkness falls,
the way you turn to me
and show me that broken locket
with the photo of your mom
who was lost
and never found, and your dad
who painted the sunset.

Grade 5
Immanuel-St. James Lutheran School

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