Famliy

• Jasmine Gunn, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I woke up to the smell of burnt toast,
and the noisy van full of post.

Showing Courtney how I could drive,
Seeing her hanging on for dear life.

Sisters fighting over little things,
Just because their phones didn’t ding.

Zippy running all over the place,
Sprinting at a speed with so much pace.

Moving sheep around the farm,
Getting it done with no harm.