Ms. Smallwood 6th Grade Class
walking along the quiet street.
sandals slapping the cold stone path.
lonely women sweeping the front porch step.
birds fluttering to their nests.
the air still around me.
I am a phantom girl.
Copper a dog is lonely
He eats half of his meals
Waiting for a friend. to eat the half
His favorite is biscuits with coriander
He likes to eat in a demitasse
He does not eat much so he has grown weak
All the wives are wearing
aprons and cooking a meal
You could hear the crack
of the eggshell and the smell of onions
The wives needed to use the imagination
so they ask their daughter
As they were cooking you
could smell the burning wood
The window rusted over
as years went by.
Generations of people watched
as they sip tea and nibble on biscuits.
Women that wore bangles
and were decorated with henna.
All sorts of people watched.
The stone walls became painted
And the house was sold.