GRIEF Poem: The Red Locker, by Nicholas Doolan

It is going to be a normal day of school
Leaning against my locker, I was killing time

Locked and loaded, he said it’s killing time
People running, screaming and dropping

People dropping, not running, not screaming
Falling against my locker I’m like a paint brush

I am like a paint brush painting my locker red
My mom’s favorite color is red

Red was always my mom’s favorite color
Dad got her red roses for her birthday

What did I get her for her birthday?
Have a good day my dad told me

I always have a good day I told him
It was going to be a normal day of school