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Poems written by two of three sons to Kris and Richard Kirk. These poems were read during the sentencing hearing for Richard, who killed his wife while high on edible marijuana in 2014.
Poems written by two of three sons to Kris and Richard Kirk. These poems were read during the sentencing hearing for Richard, who killed his wife while high on edible marijuana in 2014.
Poems written by two of three sons to Kris and Richard Kirk. These poems were read during the sentencing hearing for Richard, who killed his wife while high on edible marijuana in 2014.
When everything fails, when everything breaks
When everything crushes, when everything disappears
When everything slides away, when nothing is right
Hope remains
And Hope will never be forgotten
Hope will never be lost
Hope will never surrender
Hope Will Never Die
Hope doesn’t come easily
It can be a brutal path
But it’s that passion within you
That will shape if this dream will come true
Life, Faith, Hope
It’s never a matter of if. It’s how
How you will dig yourself out of a situation
A tragedy. A misfortune, A catastrophe
Adversity
Having this hope
Is just the beginning to something much greater
You must have that will, that drive, that dedication
To do better, to feel better, to be better
Bad things happen to everyone
But that hope, that faith
That is what separates the strong from the weak
If the hope within is strong enough
Being strong may be the only option you have
1 HOPE
Aiden Kirk August, 2016Ethan Kirk
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It doesn't interest me why you're here.
‘want to know why you decided to come, how you got started,
It doesn't interest me if you will work.
want to know how hard you will push for yourself, for others, for the doubters.
It doesn't interest me how bad you hurt.
| want to know how you deal with it, how you bounce back when it seemed
impossible.
' want to know if you can get rid of the pain, mine or your own, without causing
more of it.
| want to know whether you can continue to move on with all the struggles, mine
Or your own; if you can continue to live the way you want to even with all that burden on
your shoulders.
It doesn't interest me how strong you are.
| want to know if you are willing to keep going and know that you should never
give up.
| want to know what you will put your strength towards; whether you use it in
order to help others, or if you save it all for yourself.
| want to know if you think your strength matters, if you think that your strength
can help to make a big difference.
| want to know how much strength you have left, and how you plan on using that
strength to deal with failure, yours and mine, and if you can learn from your mistakes
and become even stronger in the future.
It doesn’t interest me if you can motivate yourself,
|! want to know if you can let others push you to do your best, if you can let others.
take the reigns.
It doesn't interest me what you've done in the past.
| want to know if you can move forward, but still remember how far you've come
to get where you are today.
It doesn't interest me what you think of yourself.
| want to know if you can imagine yourself from someone else's eyes, and if
you're truly satisfied with who you've become.LOST
by Aiden Kirk, 2015
There was once a kid here, says the worn out closet door.
There was a lazy kid, says the unmade bed and the towels left on the floor
There was a kid here they say, and something went wrong.
“Where did he go?” say the no longer used dresser drawers.
There was a happy kid, say all the family pictures left on the walls.
We know there was a kid here they say, and something went wrong.
There was once a kid here say the packs of used chewing gum.
Something has changed say the dusty photo albums left to die in drawers.
Something went wrong they say.
SOMETHING WENT WRONG!