I was hoping to share my 12-year-old daughter’s poem submission she did for her Grade 7 class project at Laity View Elementary.
It touched me beyond words.
Deborah Jopling, Maple Ridge
(in memory of George Floyd)
Sadness is black like the deepest part of the ocean
It tastes like a river of salty tears
It smells like the sticky muck under your shoes
It sounds like calling for your Mum and she is not there
It looks like tears falling down your cheek
It feels like not being able to breathe
by Makenna Scout Davies
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