Kitten

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by Sophie aged 7

Kitten, kitten
I love you,
I love you
to the moon
and back.
Kitten, kitten
I love you
I love hugging you
and playing with you
too.

Dungeons!

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by Ethan Farmer aged 8

I am locked up in a dungeon of old,
There is no chance of heat so I am very, very cold,

There are millions of rats ,
And a colony of bats,
but there is no chance of a nice warm …hat,

I will be hanged with a noose,
I will not be let loose,
I wish the scaffold was attacked by a wild moose!,

All I did was steal a scarf,
there isn’t even a fire in the mossy hearth,

So you should be glad you don’t live in the middle ages,

URK!!!!!!

Questions

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by Akifah Abdin aged 9

I am old and helpless
you are young and inquisitive,
Everyday you ask me questions

Some I cannot answer,
Some are upsetting,
reminding me of the past

Though in my heart I believe
you and I will forever be together
Nonetheless, I’m old and as your
grandmother I may falter and someday
I will be floating above
watching your every step

Lost Kid

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by Alexander Ortman

Mom
Why did you leave
Without even trying
You left us in the foster home
Bawling and crying

Why did you really leave
Got my heart on my sleeve
It’s getting really hard now
To try and believe

Now what do I do
I really thought the answer
Was going to be you

But you left us in the dirt
We weren’t trying to be hurt

Then
One day you called me
you said you loved us
You’re lying
You left us all alone
Without even trying
Now everyone said
I shouldn’t be crying

Then grandma took care of us
we thought she was fine
But in the end her depression
was as bad as mine

Now mom
You lost us because of addiction
You would always do drugs
and drink in the kitchen
Now there was an eviction
And an order protection
I guess you learned your lesson

The demons in us all
Can you hear their call?
They keep putting us
Up against the wall

Now you have to leave
There’s no smile on my face
You really think I’m kidding
You’re just a disgrace
Because of your drinking
We end up losing our place

Then all these years
I thought it would be great
But stuck up in my heart
is a whole bunch of hate

I know that you’re my momma
You didn’t mean to harm her
But when you choked out my sister
all you got was karma

I know you didn’t try
Because your brain started to fry
But all I can do is sit there and cry

All you did was drink
What am I supposed to think
You built a bad ship
now it starts to sink

Now momma
Can you hear me calling?
I’m just a baby bawling
I wish you’d come back
But I think you are stalling

I wish you’d pay the time
To prove that you care
But you know you’d get locked up
So your not even there
Said you’ll come back
You won’t even dare
Now all I can do
is sit there and stare

You really leaving
wasn’t really right
And you beating us
Gave us such a fright
That’s why sometimes
I can’t sleep at night
Dreaming of you and grandma
Getting in a fight

Was that really right ?

 

The Picture Of Fate

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by Daisy Tinsley aged 12

My tears fell on the world I thought she owned,
For I received the letter,
The letter of a fallen soldier,
The letter of fate,
And the letter of fear.
For my Ma has failed her destiny,
She failed the terrible test,
Gunshots were fired,
Screams were heard,
I’ll always remember you my mother,
Your soft gentle touch,
Your beautiful voice,
You sang your song,
You lived your life,
Now, its my turn

Fateful Moments

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by Daisy Tinsley

She lay on her bed,
Heartbroken and dead,
Crushed and smeared in a crumbling bed,
Sad and small she let her tears fall,
Fateful moments are something to be shared,
They take your soul,
Your heart too,
Why trust them, when they don’t trust you?
You run your moment, but then it ends,
Fateful moments why do you end?

Up, Up and Away!

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by Akifah Abdin aged 9

Up, up and away
We went on the parachute

Up, up and away
We went on the plane

Up, up and away
Went the bird

Someday you will really
go up, up and away

Eid

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by Akifah Abdin aged 9

Eid is when my
family celebrate
It is a time of peace
A time of fun, joy and comfort
I love Eid!

Match

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Flames dance on the tip of the candle
Like a playful bunch of children
Awoken by the flaming match
They flicker endlessly until the wax melts
Not unlike how children play until their mothers call for supper
Then the sparking flames disappear
And the children lie on the bed, exhausted
Until the match lights their flames again