by Eashani W., Age 14 , Grade 9, Harold M. Brathwaite, Brampton CANADA
Walking down the street I saw a child,
her hair a mess, her eyes wild.
Her imagination was growing bold,
her stories wanting to be told.
I met her again a little later,
when she had become a creator.
Creating stories of magic and wonder,
of dragons and thunder.
Finally her childish wonder ran out,
and in crept dark doubt.
She thought she was too old,
didn’t realize that she was brighter than gold.