The sun has been on the rise
I am from type writers
Sawdust and loud noises
From Cranberry Island and made up soups
Australian shepherds and books upon books upon books
I am from the dare devils
The procrastinators and alma maters
From the west coast beaches of California and Kauai
I am…
I LOVE HER
“An 8 Year Olds Apology” to my mother and father
I’m sorry for thinking I could trust you
My mother my father my sister
I’m sorry I though you were strong
Strong enough to take care of a child
I’m sorry I wanted to take care of you
to heal you when you were sick
And when you were drunk or high
I tried to make the pain go away
I’m sorry for crying about you
Being ripped away from you like
a leach sucking blood out of a human arm
I’m sorry for wanting to be with you
You are my family why couldn’t we be together
It makes no sense why other kids get it
They get the love from their parents
And me, my happiness is being told my moms out of rehab
I’m sorry I want you to get better
I’m sorry I want a normal life
I’m sorry I’m not the perfect child
I’m sorry we all make mistakes
I’m sorry you have an addiction
It’s a cold mean angry monster inside of you
I’m sorry it’s too strong for any of us to handle
Its heading into my blood I’m trying to push it away
I’m sorry it’s ruining our life
It’s tearing us farther and farther apart
Is that what you want?
Maybe it’s not the monsters fault
As I sit and write this poem
I’m sorry for the hatred
I’m sorry for my feelings coming out
Like a running faucet of burning hot water
These things are not my fault
These things are not your fault
These things are what make our life original
I love you my mother my father my sister
By Fiona
