Poetry Friday: Taran, 11

April 9th, 2010

On this rainy Friday here in Maine, Randi Allison shares Taran’s poem about his hopes for his little sister.

Taran and his little sister

On Fridays I have the pleasure of  “talking” poetry with a fifth-grade classroom. The room is hushed as students gather around to listen tothe  poetry I read aloud twice: once for their hearts and once for their minds.  Ashlyn raises her hand and asks about white space, Scott comments on the language, and Taran is leaning forward just listening.  On this particular Friday, I share poems from Tastes Like Chocolate a compilation of children’s thinking.  I share Abby’s poem about being rich.  I share Justin’s poem about his Aunt Becky who was just diagnosed with breast cancer, his love for her, and his fear of what the cancer diagnoses can bring.  I share Brandon’s poem about his sister and how he is her protector.  I share Kristen’s poem about reading, and Trista’s poem about her ‘Someday’.  I then asked the class to write and gave the students five minutes. I never give more time than 5-6 minutes when writing first thoughts.  Any more time than that, we as writers, begin to pay more attention to our internal editor instead of our hearts.  

This is Taran’s first poem.  Taran’s sister Anisa was born with severe Cerebral Palsy.  Anisa is always in the forefront of Taran’s mind. Taran and his family are currently in Mexico where Anisa is undergoing surgery. Taran is 11 years old.

I envision myself in California,
sitting by my sister
on the sand, before we are
off to Tijuana, Mexico
for her stem cell surgery.

I envision her future,
after the surgery,
more enabled and not
tuned out from so much. 

I envision next spring,
her wanting to plant
flowers and seeds.

I envision next summer,
her sitting and relaxing
on a lounge chair,
watching the lifeguard
about to blow the whistle
so she can get into an inner tube
and float in the pool during
kid swim.

I envision Anisa and I in fall,
throwing leaves in the wind,
one of her favorite things to do
in fall.

Last, I envision her and I in winter,
either watching a movie,
or staring miserably out of a window,
sighting the white snow
pelting our neighborhood.

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  • 1. Mrs. V  |  April 10th, 2010 at 1:10 pm

    What a moving poem!

    From a teaching side I love the suggestion/rationale of having students write for 5-6 minutes for first thoughts to make sure that they are writing from their hearts without letting the inner critic take over.

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