Waiting For The Letter From Me

• Rhianna Li, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2016

Blow on my face Southwest wind.
A warm fresh wind, make my way beyond the valley.
Driving in my light blue car, all by myself.
Looking up, the sky rolls back.
Looking forward, I have to say, time won’t stay.
Say that it changed, for good and for bad.
Filtered by time, filtered by mind.
Traveling alone and waiting to grow up,
Together with a pot of sunflower seed besides my seat.
Thinking of what to write for answering the doubts, and more about sprout.
What was the old days when I was a child?
Say that it was fast, say that it was fun,
It was even a wishing list,
I ticked, I ticked again, and I ticked about.
A letter from me will send out by the sea, together with the smell of the sail,
I know someone is waiting to see.