Missing Them

This poem was written by Kristy.

All this day things have been wierd
Not having them at home
When I saw them there in the hospital
In that tiny bed, in that tiny room
It was the wierdest thing
Seeing them so weak in there
But now it is night
And they still aren't home
Because they are still there
In that awful room, in that awful hospital
And I realize now that more than ever
I really, truly miss them

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