Once Upon A Shooting Star

• Tiarna Wynne, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

Once upon a shooting star
I made a wish to get a car
All I thought of was the fun
That I could have whilst on the run
A phone call later on that night
Brought terrible news and gave me a fright
“An accident” was all they said
An accident and my mum was dead
He told me I should go to bed
He told me to sleep and handed me ted
He gave me a photo of my mum smiling brightly
Then hugged me ever so tightly
But I didn’t want him and I didn’t want ted: I wanted my mum instead