The night the world changed for a 3rd grader
But in the morning it was as quiet as a tomb
We ate ice cream nice and cold
It was shocking when I was told
My mother and father left me there
Why did she die? That’s not fare
I slept well in my aunt’s bed
The words my mother said kept repeating in my head.
Got up and had breakfast that morning
When they buried her, the world stopped turning
I loved her very much
And no longer can I feel her loving touch
I was young and didn’t cry
Maybe I couldn’t face that my great grand mother had died.
Love you always Nanna Nuzza.
By Angela
As children we don’t understand everything that goes on
around us, we rely on our parents to make us understand and keep us safe. They can’t keep us safe if they can’t see
inside us, our thoughts, our anxiety.
