Gone

by Lena Habtu, age 10
Gone An Ethiopian immigrant, Lena Habtu is an avid reader and deep writer who reads with her heart and writes with her soul. Lena is currently the editor in chief and founder of the Starlight Newspaper. She plays the violin and recently performed at Carnegie Hall with the InterSchoolOrchestras of New York. She puts her writing skills to practice by writing songs. "I like to write because I can write things I'd never do in real life," says Habtu, the literature enthusiast.

“Ever had

That feeling, when

You don’t think

Something’s important

Till it’s gone?”

Ever had

That feeling, when

You don’t think

Something’s important

Till it’s gone?

 

My parents are gone.

Alive, but gone.

I miss them.

Badly.

 

Every second,

I see their faces

Imprinted in my mind

Like a tattoo.

 

By the time you read this,

They’ll be back

But I want you

To know

How it feels

When they’re gone.

 

When they’re gone,

I think about them

nonstop.

Every part of me misses them.

Sometimes, I catch myself thinking

“When I go home, I’ll tell my mom about this.”

And I play

The

Conversation

In my

Head.

Then I remember the truth.

She’s gone.

 

Sometimes,

I think about the big hug I’m

Gonna

give

My dad,

When I get home

 

Then, I realize

That

Last night,

I gave him the last

hug

I’d give him

In 12 days.

Its 11 now, but

It still hurts,

Like a

Band Aid

Ripped off

A

Wound.

Swiftly and

Cleanly.

 

I knew they

Would leave, but

It didn’t seem real,

TIll the day I

Woke up and realized

They were

GONE.

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