No substitute

That day in 11th grade the teacher was not there
I sat there inattentive, unaware
The sub looked at my ceramic and began to speak to me
Is that your dog, she said coarsely
I once had a dog she said
But now that dog is dead
After he died my parents became sick
But they too, died quick
Then all my friends left
But I was the only one left
Or so i thought she mentioned
But there was one thing that stayed, just one exception
The ceramic she made in highschool
All things you love die and material things stay there to remind you of them

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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