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~ This poem was written by Briana following the tragic death of Brandon Blount who was one of my son Brandon's best friends, and a good friend to our entire family.

The day my daughter handed me this poem that she had written, I had to go into another room to cry.  I fear we sometimes forget the depth of feeling that children have.  Writing this poem is how my 11 year old daughter dealt with her pain over the sudden death of a dear friend. 

Brandon was known and loved by many people in The Valley, young and old alike.  I'd like to share this beautiful poem written by Bri... ~


"The reason I wrote this poem for Brandon Blount is because he was in a car accident and died.  This poem holds my memory of him.  He was a very good friend to me.  When I heard he died my heart shattered and I was in pain.  From this accident came good and bad.  This accident showed a lot of people how much they really love and care for each other.  Even though some people say he's gone, I know that he is still in my heart and in my memories."

Briana Howatson, age 11

~ MEMORIES ~

 

Memories cry, smile, laugh and shout

Some you remember and some fade out

Some so dear seems it happened yesterday

Some that are barely there and fading away

Some you love and wish to stay

But some so bad you want to go away

Memories can be history

Or even solve a mystery

So whenever you're feeling blue

Here is what you should do.

Think of the best memory you have

Maybe of your mom or maybe of your dad

Turn three times and say it out loud

You'll feel like you're floating on a cloud

If those memories help at all

Stay on that cloud and do not fall.

 


By Briana Howatson


Do not stand by my grave and weep

I am not there

I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain when you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the stars that shine in the night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there,

I did not die

 

~Author Unknown