Poetry by Karla Ann Patterson
Class of 1978
Poetry by Karla Ann Patterson
Class of 1978
Derick
by Karla Ann Patterson Monroe
I remember,
playing baseball in the streets.
And, shooting baskets,
on the corner of ElPaso and Beech.
A neighborhood of kids, in an empty lot
flying kites high in the sky.
Running, laughing, so full of life,
Yet one of us would die.
Some of us got married,
some of us, who knows!
One of us met tradgedy,
seems that's the way it goes.
We learned of his death at school,
it was such an awful day.
You don't know how we prayed,
they'd catch that man and make him pay.
The one who should have made it,
who should be here today.
He came home just one more time,
This time to stay.
Copyright 9/28/90, by Karla Ann Patterson Monroe
In memory of Derick Carr
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