Wisp

• Thomas Rozmanec, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

I remember a life
so young and carefree
but I’ve drifted away
nothing more than a memory.
I think back to the fields
where I’d frolic and roam
now unearthly constraints
hold me far from my home.
This is my curse
living death as a wisp
I must cut earthly ties
and to heaven I’ll drift.