A while ago I was sifting through some items I saved from my son Dylan's 10th grade English class. I came across a poem assignment he did so I used it in a collage. The picture on the collage is of my maternal grandmother holding my mother in Germany around 1930. I forgot who the others were. The other child may be my Aunty Hanne.
Here is the poem my son wrote which is on the bottom left of the collage in transparency:
A Personal Poem
this daylight cannot compare to the moon's silver stare but i'll still be here when the twilight comes
the trees will continue to sway because the wind is at play and it will continue to cheer when the twilight comes
i can still hear the voices as the sky rejoices and sheds a peaceful tear when the twilight comes
as we lay here tonight it will be your turn to recite and make it incere when the twilight comes