The man next door

The man next door


The lights flashing with the colors of red and blue shining through my window.
People wearing these black uniforms with a little shiny star on there left shoulder.
My father comes into my bedroom with red eyes he looks up and shakes his head.

Ever since that day my street seems to be a little bit darker there is less laughter.
When we all walk pass the house right across from mine we all look done and get goose bumps.
Knowing that Cary passed.

He was so smart and very sweet to the kids.
He had a hand shake for each kid.
He never mixed up names and well, he was just family to us.

One day there was a for sale sign on Cary's lawn.
His wife and two kids where packing boxes.
One was carrying her wedding dress.
Her only wish was for her father to walk with her on her wedding day.

I still wonder what cased him to go and be free.
Was it because of the smell of smoke that roamed his home.
Or was it because of the beer he always had.

They left and some one moved in.
When we said hi to them my little sister said to one.
"My best friend died in that house!"

Every night we still think of him.
And wonder where he is today besides our hearts.
"He lives with in the clouds and watches over us with a heart filled with love,"says my mom.
-Meghan Spooner