Family

• Jihad Mohtadi, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

I copped a hit from my dad,
I felt sad,
I wished I was never bad,
But my hand,
Was as red as a tomato,
But I was bad so,
I had to get smack,
But I don’t like getting hit,
I felt so bad that I didn’t want to
Talk to my dad,
But he's my father,
So I love him and I will never,
Ever doubt him.