A long way from home

• Jacquie Chidiac, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2006

A LONG WAY FROM HOME

I didn’t know where to run,
I could hear the sound of a gun,
It wasn’t very fun,
I didn’t know what to do
I called for mama but she didn’t come,
Oh’ no they killed my mum.
Every time I hear about the guns I run & think about my mum.

By Jacquie Chidiac