Jordan’s Poem
Hot headed,
temperamental,
but under it all
is still a human being.
A soccer player,
a cellist,
a girl who seems a bit lost.
I don’t judge her,
though sometimes I do wonder.
What goes on
in that head of hers?
Does she remember
what I do?
The sweet little girl
who loved the world.
I miss that Jordan
the most.
I know we grow up,
and I know that we change,
but I will always see her differently.
A beautiful girl,
with a wonderful life,
but she doesn’t seem
to quite know it.
So,
Jordan if you ever read this,
I want you to know one thing.
You are,
and always will be,
good in my eyes.
Don’t listen to what people say,
continue being who you are.
