My Dolphin Statue
By Isabelle B
It makes my heart feel cold,
As the dolphins swim about,
I may grow old,
But it will always stay with me.
It’s structure so delightful,
But emotions feel painful
But will I let it go?
No, no, no.
It makes memories come back,
Like when we first met,
When I touch its exterior,
It makes images flow back.
It makes me happy, but sad,
It can go either way.
But in the end it doesn’t matter,
Because I have bitter tears dripping off of my face.
It may make me feel melancholy,
But still I will not part,
Because its pastel colours heal my bruised heart.
