THE BROTHER AND THE SPOON
My brother was holding a serving spoon.
Suddenly he raised it
Smashing it on my head.
Many tears came
from my eyes so small.
There was a lot of blood
on my little white dress.
My dad came home and
took me to the hospital.
Where I don't remember what happened.
I did not tell on my brother that day,
but now I wish I had.
Now I have a scar
on my head caused
by a brother and a serving spoon.
© Olga Jairath,
Grade Six, Weinlos School, Edmonton, AB