Sammy Jo

The sun came over the horizon,
That memorable sunny day,
April 13th, 1990.
With that we start our tale,
Turning the pages of this book:
A book filled with tragedy, hate, love, and greed.
And with that we learn the life,
Of little Sammy Jo.

Building blocks, doll houses, and kitties.
That’s what a child’s life consists of.
Friends, dolls, and playing
Is all that should matter.
Hospitals, doctors, and medicine,
That’s what Sammy Jo has come to know.
Her friends, she has come to forget.
Who could know, the terror, Sammy Jo did.

Friends, what a thing of the past.
A term that couldn’t exist
In this world of hers.
A world ruled by medicine,
To keep the bad away.
At least, that’s what they said.

Living in house missing its father,
Being with a mother, who never was home.
Work, that’s what it’s called.
Another term Sammy Jo has come to know.

Tears, falling at a constant speed
Down onto the floor,
“Why, why.” She has come to ask.
There are no answers,
For her endless questions,
Questions to God,
Asking why the medicine,
Why the mother,
Why no father?

-Justin Goehring

Poets note..This is a poem that I started a while ago. It's about one
of my friends. Hopefully it's somewhat good. Enjoy.
 
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