The girl wrote this when she was in elementary school. She has written many poems since then; however, this one remains my favorite. Hearing her perform this was one of my proudest moments as a mother. As an English teacher by training, I can objectively attest to the fact that she is quite talented. As of the publishing of this post, her career goal is to be an occupational therapist; however, I can guarantee that writing will always be a part of the person she is.
All in a Room
by Elizabeth Bender
I am in a room;
it is cheerful in this room,
many cheerful people are in this room.
But sitting in the corner there is an old man.
Unlike the others, he wears no smile in this room.
I think of going over to him;
touch his shoulder;
touch his life…in this room.
But how in this room?
What if someone saw in this room?
Is it the right time in this room?
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There is a loud noise as that of thunder in this room.
Rain begins to fall in this room.
How in this room?
The old man is weeping in this room;
the doors begin to disappear in this room.
Hail, rain, and now lightning in this room.
The man vanished in this room.
Are we now to suffer in this room?
“How could we have prevented it?” asked many in this room.
Only I know of the people in this room.
Next time perhaps I will touch a shoulder or a life . . .
in this room.