I wrote this for the Poetic Asides Poetic Form Challenge. The prize is to be mentioned then published in WD. He always gets a ton of response, so I do it for the fun and practice =) Deadline is May 30, if anyone else is interested!
The form to use is called BOP.
The form to use is called BOP.
Life's Not Fair
I have to move a million miles.
My dad finally got a job.
My mom said it won't be so bad,
But I hear her crying at night.
My dog can't even come with us.
I don't want to move away.
Why can't things stay the same?
A new school and new rules.
So many questions and worries.
What will the kids be like?
Will they be nice? Will they like me?
Will I like them?
I have friends. I don't need new ones.
Life is so unfair.
Why can't things stay the same?
My best friend reminds me
Of when we first met.
How she was once the new kid.
She felt the same as I do now.
Then I came over and showed her around.
She says I'll find someone there like me.
What a great poem! Good luck in the challenge!
ReplyDeleteSo true ... life is unfair for these nomadic type of kids ... I encounter quite a few every year at school who ask these questions ...good luck with the challenge !
ReplyDeleteAwww, I feel sorry for her (or him). Wonderful poem. Wishing you luck!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments on my blog. I actually saw the one before it got deleted. Haha! Thank you for interacting on My Blog.
Wonderful poem. And so reflective. We almost moved to Australia a few months back, and these were the questions my kids were asking.
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