Sweet Wendy Dear

• Rose Fairall, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

To discover an enigma, I grasped his spine,
Then I shoved him face-first into the tub.
He tossed and turned, screamed and cried,
Once he preached his final prayer, I watched him float to the surface to lie.

I stood there and stared,
In amazement? No, in horror.
I fell to my knees,
And cried there, such bother.

What have I done?
Surely not a sin?
Into the water I reached,
To retrieve what I then threw in the bin.

The pages were wet,
The ink was smeared,
Of the diary that belonged to
Sweet Wendy dear.