Elizabeth

• Anna Fitzgibbon, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Her dress was as white as snow
Her hair as brown as chocolate
Her heart as pure as gold
Her voice as soft as a mother

Her hand was as soft as feathers
As she led me through the golden gate
She smiled at everyone we passed
Like a loving friend
She walked me to a house as beautiful
As a field of gardens

She waved goodbye as a child waves
Goodbye to its mother
She kissed me goodbye as tearfully as
A big sister does