Remembering
There I lie in the cold sweet snow.
I hear a calming whisper.
It is the voice I used to know,
My mother’s gentle tone –
A memory.
Then, an inner warmth
Like my father’s touch
Reminds me of when he was near
But he is gone.
As I lie longer in the soft snow
Looking at the midnight sky
Thinking about the world,
The memories fade away
Like a fire turning to ashes
Like a picture fading in a frame.
The snow no longer feels sweet,
No longer a place for snow angels.
It feels cold.
--Jordan Romain (Grade 9)
5 comments:
This is powerful! One of the most moving, most mature, expressions of grief that I've seen. No teen should ever have to understand what you've written, let alone be able to write it, or need to, but you have, and you've cloaked the sadness in a rare beauty, both of imagery and of sound.
Jordan, may God turn those ashes into joy and beauty once again.
ed pacht
Amen!
Thank you so much both of you. I really enjoyed capturing this imagae of the typical teenager in this day in age.I am so glad that I could really make these words come to life:)
Jordan, I don't believe that YOU are a typical teenager. I mean that in the best way. You are unique and special!
Keep writing, girl.
I stumbled upon this blog while searching the internet for other book blogs and read your poem. You have such a talent for writing. I agree with "poetreader" that you have a rare beauty and with Alice that you are unique and special. Don't ever let anyone try to convince you otherwise. Keep writing. Any time you'd like to have a guest post on one of our blogs please just contact us from our blog page.
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