December

• Matilda Dunn, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2020

It's the 25th of December. Though I hardly remember,as I stare at an ember.
My home is now a burnt pile of ash, on my side I have a gash. From the fire. The man in red told me I was going to be okay. What a liar. Dead is my mother, along with my brother. My family is dead I can't seem to clear my head. The sky is grey and down I lay as I try to pray but the words are hard to say.i can only say please, suddenly I clear my head with ease. I open my eyes to see a sea full of white. Everything is bright. People smile. I stay here for a while. I get up and walk, people sing, laugh and talk. Flowers lace the ground, my heart starts to pound. There she stands. The most beautiful in the land. In a gown of white and a smile so bright. She looks at me with kind eyes. I realize the man in red didn't say lies. There stands my mother. Alongside my brother. Everything is alright.