"MElinda Writes" - The Poet!

I am MElinda, grades 1 through 6. Here is a poem that I wrote.

"Sunday Dinner"

A battle ground on white linen,
A family relic with no owner.

The weapons, not the knives,
But the words.

One soldier does not speak
Making his anger known through silence and downcast eyes.

Another, complains, her life,
Unfulfilled and brutal.

The leader, with soft voice,
Commands all to feel shame.

Of the three tiny soldiers,
One stares vacantly, while breaking her food into little bullets.

Another demands attention,
With a violence unseen in one so young.

The last soldier is sad,
Knowing she will be the causality of this war.


MElinda~

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".