~MYSTERY~
I look in the mirror,
Not knowing who I am,
I realize this silence,
This is no sham,
It is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop,
Why do people punch, kick, and chop?
Why do all people, always need to fight?
It's strange, and don't tell me I'm wrong,
because I know I am right.
This silence seems like it will never end,
It would be less mysterious,
with an understanding friend.
This was written by my son Sean, right
after the shootings at Columbine.
He was 12 at the time.
Poem written by Sean, Page Design,Graphics by Debbie
� 1999, 2000, 2001
Thanks BoogieJack for the Scrolling Script