Sunday 8 December 2013

Poem for 2nd Sunday in Advent

The Peace offering

He was one of those children
who had an angry stare and a runny nose
no one wanted to sit next to him, and
He was used to fighting for everything

Being at school
And being nine
and having no one to sit next to
is a lonely place to be
He was used to fighting for everything

He had been in another fight
He knee was scraped
And his jumper was dirty
And his nose...
...was running
As she came to him, he got ready to fight again
She sat down, passed him a hanky, and said
'Peace  Offering' 

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