Empathy

• Madeleine Zurowski, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

You stand there, gazing at the house.
With your eyes of deep, pale blue.
The dappled sunlight of your hair waves,
As you stand, silent as a mouse.
Your twiggy legs, your happy face, your unbronzed arms, your whiteish teeth,
Your spirit, strong and free. All hit me as I stare at you,
Yet you don’t stare at me.
You still stare at the house.
The Billabong cap you wear is captured by the breeze, you don’t care.
I wish that you could see how much I love you so.

Your babbling, breezy voice breaks the soothing silence.
I don’t mind, not at all, for you will speak to me.
‘This house smells like blue paint’ you claim. ‘It looks just like a shed!’
You always say things like this, I’m glad you do, it’s funny.

I hope sometimes I am to you, what you always are to me:
Empathy – my sister.



Written by Madeleine Zurowski
Year 7 Loreto Kirribilli