By Allison Stein, Age 13, Michigan
A day outside on the swings
My heart just flies
And a snowflake sings
I close my eyes
Think about the snow that got in my shoe
The blustery days in the atmosphere
The sharp gusts of wind that blew
I feel the start of a tear
And I try to blink
Away the past
Because it hurts to think
About what thoughts came to me last:
There is no longer a spot for me
Because the swings were my favorite place to be
