Tear Drops

• Renee Aitken, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

Poor little Chinese girl weeping on her bed,
A terrible earthquake has happened
Is her mother dead?
Poor little Chinese girl screaming in agony now,
She fears she’s all alone with no one around
Poor little Chinese girl cries herself to sleep.
She slowly starts to drift off and hears her mother speak.
Do not be afraid my dear, my face will again show,
But for now you sleep and dream
I’ll rock you to and fro.
For you are only dreaming my child don’t be alarmed
I am okay now and I have not been harmed.
Poor little Chinese girl now she does know
She is not so poor anymore because her mother’s home.