JG Kimlevine, age 14
California
I wrote this poem for someone experiencing loss. I wanted to capture the beauty in the cyclical nature of life and the journey of returning to Mother Nature in death. It is inspired by “Cento Between the Ending and the End” by Cameron Awkward-Rich.
Audio Version from the Writer
spring
dandelion stems
sprout from his scalp, rooted deep
in skull and soil
fingers, sore from the
counting of syllables, weave,
daisy heart to crown
in his final days,
flowers sprout beneath his feet
and welcome him home.