Jill class assignment was to take the first line from a book “My father would always say” and then make that the first line in a poem.  This is her poem. 

 I think she did a wonderful job.  It is very sad and I wonder where these thoughts come from in her young head.

 

My Father would always say

       “ Be Silent”.

Whenever I was screaming like a baby

       “You’re whining”.

Father would yell when I did not get my way

       He would tell me

  “Silence, I don’t feel well”.

When I was playing with my dolls

He would poke his head in the door

     While whispering

         “It’s bed time”

When I was acting out my stories where I was the princess.

 

Then one day

I learned he was sick

With cancer, something incurable.

 

In his case

Nothing could make him better

No matter what I could say or do

         I was then

           Forever

              Silent.

 

Jill Davis