Open Window

Her soul was like a storefront
filled with candies that melt in your mouth
and trains that whistle in your ear.
Little kids with grubby, filthy hands peek into
her window-soul, eager for a bite of candy or
a train to play with.

Now, as she looks into her soul from outside,
she feels bleakness and sorrow step into
the store to take her goods away.
She pushes them out and locks the door and
draws the shade on the window, for she
doesn’t want any more visitors,
at least for today.

Regina Hawks
Grade 7, Hidden Valley Middle