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
Glaring at her
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
The voices of a hundred people shouting
Donate for Cancer
The stampede of feat, as more and more joined
All she could hear was
The tiny sound of money falling into jars
She smiled
A hundred smiles smiling back
Their heads glistening in the sun