Poetry by Jackie
I would trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday, I'd plan out everything I'd do and know just what to say. If I could take back time and
This is written about my cousin Mark who committed suicide on my seventh birthday. I wrote this poem (and several others) to help me remember him and express my feelings about the suicide.
A poem I wrote to get over the suicide of a close family member/friend.
There was once a horse named Cracker Jack, and he had a little girl sitting on his back. Her grandpa walked along her side, holding the reins tig
He taught me how to build a fire; he gave me hope and desire. He taught me how to build a chair; he told me that life wasn’t fair. He watche
My Grandpas were very different but they both always loved me
There were good times and bad, the good times were great and the bad times were sad. We would tell stories and play dress up with her jewelry,