Five Words
Emma, Age 13, Kent, WA

Of course that's how it seems

One hour is all
One hour away

One hour until St. Patrick's day

A happy occasion
For Irish blood
A competition had also come
But that was put on hold.
No green to don

A cloudy haze
Our green joys convert
No smiles today
No chance of comfort
We try to be cheery
But come up so short

Is it a dream? Some silly con?
Because of
Emotions like a bomb
Now it is just

Dad,