Cancer

• Morgan Dickson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

Cancer,cancer, donate for cancer
She sat back down in her little chair
Rubbing her bald head sadly
Rubbish running past
A man stopped a few metres in front of her
He glared at her
It was all a dead silence
Until she let out a sigh as he walked away
As she started to pack up, a loud noise echoed through the air
Almost like footsteps
All she could hear was the tiny sound of money falling into the jar
She smiled
A hundred smiles smiling back
Their heads glistening in the sun