Life in Silence

In my language arts class, we are learning about poetry (again). People chose silly poems, creative poems, sad poems, but I chose an inspirational poem. This Sunday, I saw a girl that sat near us at church. She was deaf and blind and it was interesting to watch her understand what was going on. So, she inspired me to write this poem.

Life in Silence

All in the time she has lived

With nothing to hear

Or to see

A wondrous life to guarantee

Her ears still linger for sound to enter

As her eyes never see past a black sheet

For her, nothing is missing

Her life is complete

Her small hands rest on another woman’s

With feeling sign language as interaction

The woman’s hands continuously move

Her effort to imitate never does shorten

Others wonder how her mind works

Sometimes it may seem frightful

But, not knowing to talk, or see

This is what she knows as normal

Look into the glassy gray eyes

With a smile forming gently

It shows her life in silence

Has infinite words to show beauty

Through the eyes of a Jew

Through the eyes of a Jew

Behind the blur of tears

All they can see and feel are a child’s fears.

A gentle smile washed away

As everyone finally knew

That no one liked them because they were a Jew.

With a point of a finger

They would hold their breath

If they were given life or death.

At night cries are heard and guns are fired

Days and days go by

As the prayers are unanswered of not wanting to die.

A happy couple never to be reunited

As the only place they know each other is in their heart.

And sadness come when families are torn apart.

Decaying bodies are walked over

As children think they are just asleep

And lay next to their parents crying without a peep.

More crying comes

Arms are raised in the air

As they felt someone care.

“You are safe now”,

The words ring to their ears

As they will no longer fear.

A happy family inside their home

And their sore feet and boney legs

Carry themselves to a place to beg.

“Your job is done and you did well”

“And now you’re through”

Through the now closed eyes of a Jew.

For language arts we are learning about the holocaust. For a project we had to make a collage and write a poem about it. So, this was my poem 🙂

Poem to Grandaddy

I have to make a poem for my language arts teacher next year. So, I decided to make a poem about Grandaddy. It’s not completely done, I think I will add more.

I’m always thinking,

The memories he gave me.

The sent of him that I breathed in,

Every time I wrapped my arms around his legs.

Never wanting to let go.

His crooked smile made you love him.

That’s all i saw on his face

That smile.

Enjoying each moment with the generations he started.

The memories I hold,

Always checking to know they’re secure.

The treasure map he made,

All grandchildren trying to see it,

eager to know what he has hidden,

In the dunes.

When he made a crash,

Two kids in a wheelbarrow.

Laughing, with that smile he had.

His treasure was silver dollars.

Handing one out once a year to that one special grandchild.

Everyone who knew him thought of him as a hero

An amazing person

A mystery that couldn’t be solved.

Sitting on his lap,

I was safe.

The sent

The Smile

The mystery he held.

He filled my heart and mind.

Not a day goes by

Where i wish he would wake up,

Create a treasure map

or hold me in his arms again.

Oh, how happy I will be,

To see you again,

Grandaddy.

Chocolate

past_akfyspanish1925.jpgLight chocolate,

Dark chocolate,

Metling in my mouth,

slowly chewing.

Making it last.

Oh no!

It’s gone!

Running to the store,

with coins in my pocket.

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6 cents, 7 cents, 8 cents, or 9?

Oooh Hershey’s,

Snatch it in my hand

slam it down,

pull out my money,

and run home,

Mmmm Chocolate!

Milky, creamy, chocolate.

Put the rest in my pocket,

Save some for later.

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