An Ethiopian immigrant, Lena Habtu is an avid reader and deep writer who reads with her heart and writes with her soul. Lena is currently the editor in chief and founder of the Starlight Newspaper. She plays the violin and recently performed at Carnegie Hall with the InterSchoolOrchestras of New York. She puts her writing skills to practice by writing songs. "I like to write because I can write things I'd never do in real life," says Habtu, the literature enthusiast.
“Ever had
That feeling, when
You don’t think
Something’s important
Till it’s gone?”
Ever had
That feeling, when
You don’t think
Something’s important
Till it’s gone?
My parents are gone.
Alive, but gone.
I miss them.
Badly.
Every second,
I see their faces
Imprinted in my mind
Like a tattoo.
By the time you read this,
They’ll be back
But I want you
To know
How it feels
When they’re gone.
When they’re gone,
I think about them
nonstop.
Every part of me misses them.
Sometimes, I catch myself thinking
“When I go home, I’ll tell my mom about this.”
And I play
The
Conversation
In my
Head.
Then I remember the truth.
She’s gone.
Sometimes,
I think about the big hug I’m
Gonna
give
My dad,
When I get home
Then, I realize
That
Last night,
I gave him the last
hug
I’d give him
In 12 days.
Its 11 now, but
It still hurts,
Like a
Band Aid
Ripped off
A
Wound.
Swiftly and
Cleanly.
I knew they
Would leave, but
It didn’t seem real,
TIll the day I
Woke up and realized
They were
GONE.
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