Teardrops Of Sophie

• Mikaela Cooper, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

Sophie rocked back and forward in the corner of her old, dark bedroom. She thought about that day, Monday the 4th. That horrible, fateful day. She smoothly slipped the oddly shaped key into the round, bronze door handle of her mums apartment. You saw her tanned hand reach for the handle to turn and release the lock on the door, it squeaked a loud, eerie squeak like it does every day. She slowly lifted her leg to step inside, as she does she yells out "Hey, I'm home!", she stands still, she has a look on her face that she has never experienced before, shes confused. "Hey" she yells out a second time expecting an answer, still standing at the door she decides to close it and go out back to see if her mums there. As she takes a few steps she freezes, for a second she doesn't realise what she's staring at. She blinks and a tear runs down her soft, delicate cheek and hits the floor. Another one follows down the other cheek this time. And these are the teardrops of Sophie.