i hear the clinging of
my moms old piggy bank
i hear the singing of my
bird jojo who died long ago
i hear the rapping of my brothers
cds they annoys me oh so much
i hear the sirens for my dad
that makes me sad but glad
i hear the sound of my dads
hands smaking agenst my face
i hear the ripping wrapping of my mom
making gift for my friends and family
all these memories are
both good and bad
some make me happy and some make me sad
think of things from the past memories will always last
this poem is based on someones esle's life
winter lees
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-and-bad/
