Mason Burgess

Poem 1

The cold March air blew against my skin.

Yet I didn’t fret, for warmth was no concern,

Since I was in my Pajamas.

I had left a note, for my father was stubborn

It read “I have pajama day, see you after school.”

So when I had left that morning, the air seemed only cool,

Compared to what was coming.

Popcorn and hot chocolate filled the room, movies were watched

Laughs were held, and smiles ever gleaming. But than the phone rang

It started a long silence, followed by a voice.

“Mason you’re getting picked up.”

The confusion on me was obvious, I had never been picked up

It was a weird feeling but the faces of my family brought more confusion.

“Father has passed away.” I didn’t believe them and laughed.

The tears began to roll, that’s when I was filled with dread.

They weren’t joking, and so exiting that building the only cold I felt

Was the one inside me, knowing I had lost a father.