Merrily, the children play.
Maple trees whisper to the
I can hear their voices echo
In my ears.
They rustling leaves converge
In resilient bliss.
Halls congregate with clacking
Children run rampant.
Mothers scream in horror
From their destructive ways,
Splashing waters dampening
I eat my Cheerios reluctantly
While my brothers lay tucked
Away in their warm beds on a
I ascend the bus steps as mother
Calls out to me, have a good day.
I arrive at school frigid from the cold,
Because it’s sharpness cuts through
I stumble into class, taking my seat
At the back of the room,
Waiting for the tardy bell to ring.
Other students stagger in,
Their loud voices ringing.
I think to myself, oh boy, this
Is going to be a long day.
At lunch, I smell of sauerkraut
Fills my senses with a churning
I pick at it, after eating my ham
Finally, the bell rings.
I toss my plate into the trash,
Mindful not to drop it to the floor.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016