Recently I substitute taught in middle school, language arts, and one class was studying poems.  Specifically I AM poems which have a specific way about them.

 

 

 

 

 

Here is the model:

FIRST STANZA

I am (2 special characteristics you have)

I wonder (something of curiosity)

I hear (an imaginary sound)

I see (an imaginary sight)

I want (an actual desire)

I am (the first line of the poem repeated)

 

SECOND STANZA

I pretend

I feel (something imaginary)

I touch (imaginary)

I worry

I cry

I am (repeat the first line of the poem)

 

THIRD STANZA

I understand (something that is true)

I say (something you believe in)

I dream

I try

I hope

I am (repeat the first line of poem)

 

Today sad new whipped through the telephone lines, buzzed my ear, a sting settled into my heart. I stood stunned. Angry. Crying. I special three-year-old girl in our small, precious community passed away in a car accident the night before. I write this I AM poem in her honor. She is now in the arms of God, her Creator. Smiling. Playing. At peace. The piece of hope I cling to.

 

I am dazed and distraught

I wonder why it had to happen

I hear her cries

I see her tears

I want her to come back into her mother’s arms

I am dazed and distraught

 

I pretend I am in Heaven with her

I feel her sweet face in my hands

I touch her golden hair

I worry about her parents and grandparent, all her family and loved ones

I cry as I write this, picturing her tender face in my mind

I am dazed and distraught

 

I understand God’s love for her––His daughter, His princess

I say He is a God of comfort, grace, and mercy

I dream of playing with her once again and hearing her sweet, innocent giggles

I try to wrap her death around my spinning thoughts and emotions, capturing them, understanding

I hope this princess’s mama can feel God’s arms wrapped tightly around her, enfolding her in His embrace

I am dazed and distraught

Rest in Peace angel girl.