Bonnie Moore Poems
- Cherie's Poem “Mom, I have AIDS.” Her sallow pale face ...
- In Loving Memory... James has become one with the clouds, ...
- Our Personal Poetry I shall be Venus, your goddess of love; ...
- Robbie's Car A Parody It was many and many a year ago, ...
- Thank You, My Friend Hand in hand, we were silly children ...
- The Butterfly On a yesterday summer day, A creeping ...
Born into a military family, I lived in Newfoundland, Canada; San Marcos, Texas; and Ogden, Utah as I grew up. I had a brief marriage in 1966 and became the mother of two children. In 1972, after graduating from Weber State University, I was lured to San Francisco and lived in the Haight-Ashbury with the vibrant hippie culture where I had experiences in a new world that I still treasure, and ... more »
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“Mom, I have AIDS.”
Her sallow pale face stares up at me.
Her sad childish eyes beg me for help.
Her shoulders fall into her frail body
As she slowly sinks into a mournful sigh.
“Make it better, please make it go away.
You always know what to do and say.
You can because you love me and you
Take care of me. I don’t want to die.”
She is the fragile infant in my arms.
She is the toddler scraping a tender knee.
She is the child with a broken doll
That I now clutch to my aching heart.
“My doctor says there is a new medicine
That has just ...