Time stops
No longer alone
Zumante is here
The darkness is gone.
Four square
Swings
Tether Ball
The playground and
Through it all Zumante
Is at my side.
His friends
My friends
They are all the same
We tell new jokes
Share new laughs
We fight, we cry, we laugh,
We die.
Zumante is gone.
YOU ARE READING
Zumante Comes
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about my very best friend Zumante. He died of Asthma, so this is my way of honoring him.
