We're learning how to live, since our classmate died that day.
We're recognizing how to live, with each tear we shed.
We're observing how to live, because through us their memories are read.
We're finding a way to live, by memorializing their space.
We're living a new way because Facebook cares, it makes the pain much easier for us to bear.
Facebook can be a very good thing... or an addiction. I know a couple of people who spend all their waking hours on Facebook, posting the most ridiculous, mundane things that happen at all hours of the day. This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this site. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
Thank you, Kim. I'm a doctoral student who studies bereavement and grief-reactions. Some of students had suggested I consider doing research about how FB might help grieving college students. After some literature reviews and reading, they motivated me to write a poem. So, here I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good diction from the heart. Thanks for sharing Marquette.