To the Editor: I have written poetry to help people cope for many years. After watching “Dateline” on the Garrett Phillips case, I was very hurt, broken and sad, because I have four nephews, ages …
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To the Editor:
I have written poetry to help people cope for many years.
After watching “Dateline” on the Garrett Phillips case, I was very hurt, broken and sad, because I have four nephews, ages 18, 15, 13 and 11, who are all like Garrett – into sports and good kids. If that happened to one of my nephews, my life would be empty, so I wrote this poem for his fifth-year anniversary on Oct. 24.
I put myself in their shoes, and was very easy to write.
This poem is for (his mother) Tandy, her parents, Brian Phillips, his parents and all who love, care and miss Garrett.
My biggest reason that I wrote it was to show that there are good people in this world and to show support from a long distance away.
Garrett’s Poem (Broken Heart)
There’s been many a song written and sung about a broken heart
Poetry is another way, with this I’ll try to start
It’s all about a special kid who had it all within
To have him taken away too soon is truly a tragic sin
We think of him most all the time and ask the question, “Why?”
Is there an answer, not for us, just a good ole cry
Did God give us an Angel, to watch us from above?
Well if he did, good for him, but we lost someone we love
They say that time will help us heal, I find this so untrue
We look around, you’re there in spirit inside, we all feel blue
He was and is your special kid when it came time to part
When he did he left us all with many a broken heart
The pre-fix to the suffix is what life would have been
We all will know, then day will come, when we all meet again
So how to mend a broken heart, it can’t be done with glue
Garrett Phillips, this poem was written to say we all miss you
Richard Rosa
Sommerville, Mass.