Poems from Alicyn
They played with fire
They didn’t know the results
Though they were dire
Now they’ll never be adults
Naive, the young girls were
They’ll...
The springtime brings me joy
My brother plays with his favorite toy
My sisters sing a happy tune
My cousin just wants a balloon
How could I be so blind?
How could he do this to me?
Dead, I am
Haunted, he will be
Barbara Bane killed a man
She hit him with a frying pan
She didn’t know how strong she was
Until she felt the pan’s ringing buzz
The wind blows through my hair
Connecting me with the air
The sun warms my skin
Making me want to grin
The summer air brings me delight...