FireworksA Poem by miss.peaches-a little childs account of war
It was clasped onto my face like a life saving vice.
It choked me but allowed me to breathe. The streets are empty but full of chaos and fear; will it happen tonight or will we live one more day? I use to wish for excitement and fireworks; but now I wish it would disappears and leave. The fireworks are beautiful disasters. A violent ballet of colour and destruction. They destroyed my home and school. When the night is dark, the fire creates orange smoke. People run. So many leave; just a suit with a suitcase. Will they even remember I was here? I was the boy who played with wooden aeroplanes and was always late for supper. Mother use to get angry. Not anymore. Mother cried when I got on the train with the other kids. She told me to be polite and stay safe; she told me to brush my teeth everyday. But she never got on the train with me, she waved when it left the platform. So much dust and rubble in the city when i returned. I would show you where the bakery was and where Alannah Fisher lived; but theres no point. Its just a pile of rocks and memories. I can still hear the sirens; their scream makes me scared. Who won't return this time? Will Mother be ok? I have to tel her I'm ok. I have to tell her the mask she gave kept me safe. I have to tell her the socks she knitted kept me warm. I have to tell her I will be on time for supper.
© 2011 miss.peachesAuthor's Note
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