Loss of a Friend Poem

Poem To A Friend With H.I.V

A friend dying of an incurable disease. To a close friend, a brother, my protector, Tyrell

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That is very touching. I've had that same incident, well sort of. I like it, good job.

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I Remember My Friends Hands

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Published: June 2008

I remember my friends hands
because they were big and soft,
fingers skinny and hair dark brown,
because they helped me up when I fell down,
because they hugged me when I was having a horrible day,
because they drove me anywhere when we where bored,
because they played football and basketball,
because when something exiting happened
they were always wide open to congratulate me,
because they helped me over every obstacle I came up against,
because when he told me the news that he got a virus that no one could cure
and he was going to die he didn't know how much time he had left
they held me when I cried all night long,
because when I looked at my hands they reminded me of him.

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  • by Kayla
  • 9 years ago

That is very touching. I've had that same incident, well sort of. I like it, good job.

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