I sit, I cry,
Tears stream down my eyes.
I want, I wish,
To die like my fish.
I stand, I stare,
At my family waiting there.
I hope, I pray,
They have nothing to say
I kneel, I reach
The deadly reach
I stop, I wait,
Is this my fate?
I think, I smile,
I’ll stay for a while.

SKThompson, 2004



We huddle together
We turn and smile
You take a picture
It’ll last a long while
Many years later
No longer a child
The picture is happy,
crazy and wild
The future is uncertain
The present is mild
The past is hidden
Behind many a smile

SKThompson, 2004