STOP Suicide Poem

Poem For Losing A Cousin To Suicide

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.

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Waiting For A Red Bandanna

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Published: July 2009

A little girl waits with her doll,
sitting on a back porch
waiting for a call.

She thought of an old friend,
one that left a while back,
all the letters he promised to send.

He was from a small town down in Indiana;
he had big brown eyes
and an old red bandanna.

He spent a lot of time with his Uncle and Aunt,
sitting on their back porch
always saying "I can't."

He wasn't very old,
his cousin was pregnant-
with triplets he was told.

That little baby,
she was Baby B
that was me.

That little girl she grew
she loved him so much
he taught her all that he knew.

Instead of talking about what he couldn't be,
sitting on that old back porch
always talking to me.

He met a girl that stole his heart,
said he was in love,
him and his baby girl had to part.

It was late
that night he drove home
from his final date.

He drove down to see his Uncle and Aunt,
wanting to sit on that back porch,
back to saying "I can't".

He was sad when he did not hear,
the laughter of
his family dear.

He drove to a small town down in Indiana,
wrote a note
and laid it down with a red bandanna.

His eyes filled with tears,
remembering his family's love
throughout the years.

His car did a whirl,
but did he try to pull over
Before fate took control?

That was the last time his car drove by,
that small town down in Indiana,
that was the night he'd die.

In that small town down in Indiana,
visiting his grave,
I closed my eyes tight and saw a red bandanna.

He was from a small town down in Indiana;
he had big brown eyes
and an old red bandanna.

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