Though She May Seem Gone
I walk through the flowers
I walk through the trees
I walk through the sunlight
I walk through the breeze
I walk through a door
And into a room
Where there are no flowers
There are no trees
There is no sunlight
There is no breeze
But there is a woman
And she is a friend
A wonderful person
Whose life will soon end
In this room there is laughter
In this room there is hope
These people are happy
These people don’t mope
These people join hands
And say their goodbyes
And when she is ready
My friend peacefully leaves
Now there is sorrow
Now there is gloom
And shaking with sobs
I walk out of the room
I walk through the flowers
I walk through the trees
I walk through the sunlight
I walk through the breeze
I walk with a smile
Wipe a tear from my eye
For though she may seem gone
My friend did not die
She is the flowers
She is the trees
She is the sunlight
She is the breeze.
Claire Huckenpoehler
Second Place
Poetry
State of Maryland International Reading Association Council
High School Young Authors Program