Memories

• Kirsten Hatch, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2003

Memories of childen run though my mind.
Young and pure, with a whole world to find.
I look at them now, so much has changed.
Their laughter and games have all been deranged.
Heaven on earth when it really is hell.
But what do they know? They will not tell.
Year after year they grow and mature.
And here they sit now all broken and sore.
Their innicent memories now fade into sin.
They faced the world and the world did win.
Stealing the hope from their precius days.
Leaving them to find their own lonely ways.