poetry

The Healing Virus, a poem by Prisha Aswal, 7

Prisha Aswal, 7Portland, OR The Healing Virus Prisha Aswal, 7 What if there was a healing virus? Would it be as blue as an iris? Or, would it be yellow? And make everyone’s life mellow? What if it brings joy, As sadness you will not enjoy, Wouldn’t it be nice if it takes away all your pain? Or gives a little rest to your brain What if it makes it easy to breathe? And cures you fully underneath? And when you are feeling dull and low, Surrounds you in a colorful rainbow. What if it refines you in any case And you are never lost in space. Never lost in space!

Gone, a poem by Lyla Hershkovitz, 10

Lyla Hershkovitz, 10Valley Glen, CA Gone Lyla Hershkovitz, 10 Gone She drifts away Crumbling As I hold her hand, it crinkles Lifeless Drained She says something I cannot understand, Maybe because I’m not thinking Fluids drip out of full bags, The nurses detach the suctions As if they want her to melt away Her ring slips off, I don’t catch it It’s like being a baby and wanting to tell your mother you love her It’s like not being able to express I get chills, and my stomach drops The beeping of a pumping heart monitor stops We’re done