Story of the Week
June 18, 2001
The following poem comes to us from Vancouver, BC. The author, Raphael Silver, wrote the poem recently, while he was enrolled in a Psychology 12 class at Vancouver Community College. Raphael is of First Nations ancestry, and he is an excellent artist. He enjoys doing work in schools with drawing, especially with First Nations students. Raphael's uncle died of an overdose. The poem below was written for him. During another tragedy, his cousin fell off a cliff and drowned. Raphael is still dealing with these tragedies in his family. He is a very thorough person and has a lot of potential, according to his teacher.
For My Uncle
by Raphael Silver
Searing nonetheless pierces his soul
With a vengeance great enough to devour
His last remaining ounce of intuitive spirit.
Scarred are the dying walls of innocence
Whose inscriptions imply little of its content
But tell a tale of its<
Seductively unglamorous surroundings.
Where once stood as a mecca of impeccable beauty
Now lies a ruin of ash
What would your mother say?
Would she comfort you as you scream in the night?
Or would she cry in pain as you search for another vein ?
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