“Aladdin,” they cooed as I looked at the floor, A moon-face of dismay, emotions hard to ignore. Mum smiled, squeezed my hand, we walked to the door I glanced back, they said, “We’ve never had a question like that before.” “A story with someone like me,” was all I had asked, Was that really too hard a task? The eyes of the Year Two teacher saw my frown “Why so sad?” her arms like a gown. “Try Blackberry Blue, but wait a few years,” Her words built the dam for my awaiting tears. “Give your local library a try, they might be of help.” “That’s a good idea!” we chorused with a yelp. “Holes, by Louis Sachar,” the assistant said. But he kissed a white girl and they shot him dead. Mum’s concern could have filled the rafters “Perhaps we want something with a happily ever after.”
Poem for Mrs Harris
by C McBarnett, Year 8 14
