Miss

• Sophie Carran, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2006

Zaharahs Song

Zaharah's little voice
Comforts me so
The bombs and the gunshots
Are overpowered by song
Then they are here
Their footsteps so loud
I pull her into my arms
They bash open the door
Papa stands up
They have found him
They pull him out the door
He yells loud and clear
I love you all, I love you
Then Zaharah starts singing
Her sweet little voice
That drives away all fear