They Do Not Understand

This poem was written for a friend being bullied

They do not understand.

A gaping hole in a heart kept secret,
A story whispered so no one can hear it.
A finger pressed to the lips to hide it,
An untold tragedy hidden inside it.

They do not understand.

A single tear rolls down your cheek,
A brave face, you are not weak.
A single smile like a beam of sun,
Your work to hide it is never done.

They do not understand.

A warm hand reaches for ours,
A battle cry in hidden wars.
A single blue eye offers a wink,
A ticking clock, no time to think.

They do not understand.

Another hand gropes blind,
Another person, another mind.
Another hand to cling to, to hug and to hold,
Someone with which your story is told.

I understand.

Through a starving fire,
Through a raging storm,
I will hold you,  hug you,
and keep you warm.

I understand.

Another hand reaches out,
The two hands are better together,
I understand, and I will be there,
yesterday, now and forever.

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She Won’t Remember

This poem is dedicated to my grandmother, who has Alzheimers.

Tanned feet,
Stretched out on the warm sand,
With the Florida Sun shining down.
In a few years,
Or maybe a few months,
She won’t remember.

She won’t remember,
the feeling of the warm Florida Sun,
or the days spent at the beach,

A warm embrace,
the warm embrace of a loved one,
a heart held close to hers,
but she won’t remember.

A soft kiss planted on her cheek,
From the man who stole her heart,
But she won’t remember.

A loving gaze passed from eye to eye,
From the boy who warmed her heart,
But she won’t remember.

It hurts to know,
That her memories will fade.
It hurts to know,
She’ll become an empty shell of a human,
At one time or another.

At one point in time,
She will no longer be herself.

She will change.

Her memories will disappear,
Taking her personality with them,
And her love,
And her life,
And everything that makes her who she is…
Will be gone.

I can remember,
The days that made up the weeks,
That made up the months,
That made up the years,
That I have spent in her arms,
In her care.
I can remember,
But she never will.

She will never remember,
But I will never forget.

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Sarah’s first book

Sarah’s first book is available on Amazon. It was published in 2011, when Sarah was in 5th grade. After getting bored in her elementary class in 5th grade, she wrote 28 silly poems about school targeted towards younger grades. We thought, “How fun to print these as a goodbye gift for all her teacher’s as she leaves elementary school.” One thing led to another, and suddenly it is an actual book! It is available for purchase on Amazon (click link below).

_Final cover_Final Backcover

 

http://www.amazon.com/What-Really-Happened-Elementary-School/dp/1499357109/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1400721224&sr=8-1

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