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Grieving

To My Mom in Heaven

If you were a star
I would be the moon.
So you could see me every night.

If you were a rainbow
after the rain
I could be the sun
so I could talk to you.

If you were a dandelion
growing in the grass.
I would pick you up
and make a wish.

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    Jovany, age 13


Deception

Out of all the people,
It had to be me.
You killed me, my soul.
I cannot.
There, out in the field,
I held you.
Out of a stupid,
Blind,
Sickness,
I could not.
It had to be me.
I lost you, I lost you.
No, over the edge.
But, love was dead.
Yes, you deceived me,
Leaving my heart, world, love.
Emptiness, bleeding with emptiness.
I lost you.
I lost you.
Too bad.

    Henry Wong, age 15


Stardust

Stardust
an invisible thought
a white light fills
the blackness stood upon
showered by hope
love an apparent ray
when I face you
in your stardust
the man
once known
is now
just stardust
glowing amber mixed
with the twilight
of a blinding
path
clear
skies black
as ebony
spotted with your
stardust
before me
a notion
for your
stardust falls
landing
in my hand
while I
stare
and dream
of your
stardust
fading into
day

    Jennifer Sandella


Untitled

I didn't see the lesions on his face.
I only felt his warm embrace.
Coughs and moans I didn't hear.
I only heard silly whispers in my ear.
No sadness from his flute.
The twinkle had not left his eye.
Little did I know that soon he was going to die.
Mom and Dad came and told my brother and me
That our uncle had died.
I was lost and confused.
Then I saw the pain in my parents' eyes.
At night I hear his flute,
I cry and wish that we'd never parted.
Then I hear him say that he will always be in my heart.

    Julia Hart, age 13


Writing Exercises: Grieving

  • Imagine that you are a child whose mother or father has died from the AIDS virus. Pretend that you are in your bed, thinking of your mother or father, and suddenly, you feel his or her comforting presence in the room. What is this like? How do you recognize that it is your mother's or father's presence? How do you feel? What do you learn from the experience?

  • Pretend that a good friend of yours has just lost someone to AIDS. What would you say to comfort them? Write a poem, maybe in the form of a letter, about this.

  • Imagine the feelings of loss or loneliness that come when someone you love dies. What do you miss most about that person? How is the world different now that he or she is no longer alive? How is each day or each night different? What can you do or think to help ease this pain? Describe this in a poem.

  • What would you do if someone you loved died before you had time to tell them something important? Maybe you had an old argument that had never been resolved. Perhaps you hadn't had a chance to say "I love you." Maybe you want to tell that person how he or she will have a lasting effect on your life. Write a poem telling this person what you want to say.



  
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This article was provided by AIDS Poetry Project. It is a part of the publication AIDS Workbook 2.
 

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