She walks through the door,
There is blood on the floor,
They are both fine,
But the room is getting tighter,
As she cleans,
They both make a scene,
They are both staring ,glaring, and snarling.
Later that night,
They get in a fight,
Breaking it up I watch and listen,
While looking at a ocean of memories washing away,
It’s all the water going down the drain.
Now she has a new home,
Happy as can be,
We’re a little sad,
But still show a little glee.
Casey Elementary
4th