Leaving
by Natalie Huff
As I stepped down
the tan carpeted steps,
I took a deep breath trying to stay
composed.
But when I saw their gloomy faces,
I began to cry.
As I said my goodbyes,
I heard my grandma say,
"Be strong, you will get through
this."
I began to ball my eyes out at this point.
I looked out the window, and there
she was,
smiling in a black suit with dark hair and
sunglasses.
As my brother and I said our last goodbyes
and walk out the squeaky front screen
door,
she looked so happy to see us.
But we were not happy to see her