This poem is about my mothers home town, La Ruana. The first part of this are fun memories I had when I was last there. I hope you enjoy this poem, It Was Fun:
6 years old
Love and fun
That small little town
Carried so much fun
You didn’t need a phone or a TV
The fun was everywhere and anywhere you can see
I remember
Splash Splash
Oh, the waterpark
And being with family
It was fun
9 years old
“We can’t go there anytime soon”
My mom said
“It’s too dangerous to go and visit”
She’d tell me the horrible stories
Of all the violence and horror
It would scare me
I’d be scared for my family
And pray that they’re okey
Then I started to wonder
If the the death was worth it
If the violence was worth it
And I wondered
Why their actions went by without any punishments
Why are they so violent?
All these questions with no answers
I didn’t understand
But I do understand that sooner or later
One day
I will be with my family again
And I will be able to go visit
And have fun again
Hopefully,
Like the good old days