It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
The Disease
Iona Walker. Poet Warrior.
The Disease
She was not that big but not that small
With sometimes no color at all
It looks as if someone came to take her place
put it the place the wrong way
She use to be amazing
But now she is not
And she has no smile not even agrin
It wasn’t her fault that the disease came on
She was happy and now look at her
Nothing at all
She was the happiest kid on earth
Until storm came
She looked like a dull tree
And no color at all not even a gray
Her smile was as big as a whale
Until she got knocked over and fell
Many people wanted to be her
Than they forgot about her
It wasn’t her fault she got she got the disease