Author Information
Standing In Memory
It all began on that one sunny summer day
and left me this feeling that just won't go away.
For on that summer day, near death came to me;
the drowning of a child, that was not even three.
To the beach we drive, me and my mother
with the joy that I cried, and now we must suffer.
For it was a downhill trip with brakes now broken;
the screaming of my mother and my thoughts unspoken.
Off the dock to plunge into the dark waters
in such a shock, her and I cry all for my father.
Now as the car is flooding, now death is what we fear.
And with the last of our cries, family came to help us here.
The car of gold now sinks in the darkness below.
As we watch from the shore, and there I sat waiting to grow.
To this day, when I stand alone upon that lonely dock.
I wait with the knowledge when I soon fall on death's clock.
Here I walk in this room like any other would
with experience of fear, kept secret like it should.
I stand in this classroom now with knowledge of that day
With experience of my favourite story, of what I now say.
