Him

When I close my eyes I always see him...along with our memories
I see his whole 6’ body trying to fit in the playground
I see his hand holding mine when we cross the street
I see his face smiling when reading us bedtime stories 
I see his effort as he tried to give to be a good dad, while dealing with addiction 
I see his body stumbling trying to stay on his feet 
I see his empty beer cans around the house
I see his car leaving the driveway after fights 
Then I think of how it is now...
I never see his beer cans or his stuff 
I never see his car in the driveway
I never see him in the pictures in our hallway
I never see him during plays or concerts 
I never see him at my graduations 
I only see him when...
I see his letters with pictures 
I see him telling us he has cancer 
I see him after surgery not in person 
I see his pictures deep in my moms facebook 
I see his features becoming blurry from how long its been 
I see a stranger, someone I used to call dad
I see him fade out of my life, with me only holding onto memories
 
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Kenzie

VT

18 years old

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  • Fiction

    By Kenzie

    "Spidey Senses"

    If I could give humans a sixth sense, I would give them the ability to sense oncoming danger. While now some people experience this already, with the gut feeling that saves some lives, I think everybody should have this ability already.

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  • Nonfiction

    By Kenzie

    The Escape

    I would say in my life the hardest thing I've had to face is leaving my dad. Throughout my childhood it was a known fact that my dad was not in the right mind, and that he needed help. My father was an alcoholic.

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  • Poetry

    By Kenzie

    Sad Winter Trees

    The trees are bare now,
    the colored leaves decorate the cold dirty ground. 
    They fly in the wind with every passing car,
    these leaves crunch under the walking person's feet.

    The lengthy branches sit naked, 

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