Poem of the Day: 29 Mar 2005

I was on my dad’s shoulders
It was winter
    The floor was iced over
It looked like we were walking on
    glass
He was holding my feet so I didn’t fall
My dad let go of my
    feet
    to unlock the door
I was falling
And then I stopped
    I heard a rip
It was my jacket
        But I was saved
        My dad had caught my hood
        But he ruined my jacket.

Gracie W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#961)