Memory of Suicide

by Alexander Burton

Posted to Poetry on 2002-12-29 11:50:00

When I was five years old in Cleveland
it was the most beautiful day
sun shining golden flowers blooming
the curtains swaying in my room and
and walking down those yellow streets
among those millions of people
my grandfather and my vision
we saw a girl jump off the roof

she was about 10 or 11
light-golden hair down to her shoulders
freckles sprinkled on her face
and people moved in forming circles
to see her broken yellow dress

I don’t remember what I felt
or what I said to my young soul
I watched attentively remembering
the nice design on her young face