For a Child Somewhere by Muneeza Sheikh

Wince

when the rocks dig into your hands for I know that they will

Bleed.

Long

for a figure of your favourite superhero for I know that you

Ache

for one.

Fret

the work of tomorrow for I know that you will

Not succeed.

Worry

about scavenging your food in the debris for I know that you will

Find none.

And carry not that-

Smile

of yours,

For I cannot bear my

Sweet

candy know that you have

never tasted anything like this before.

 

Copyright © Muneeza Sheikh. Originally published on Poets.ca as the winner of the 2016 Jessamy Stursberg Poetry Prize, junior category.

 

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