Page 3 - Spring By Any Other Name 2019

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Letter to My Mother, 1940 so I ventured out;
following the footsteps
to the market,
By Maddy Russell, Grade 9 while picking coins
Mama, out of cracks in the roads.
The sky
Is it reminded me
collapsing of those cold October nights
Onto the sidewalk. in a house with no heat.

My stomach cried for days: I traded the coins for
A piece of bread,
I had no answer to offer it, mama, for Holding it like
the world smelled like fire and gasoline. There was nothing else
In the world.
You used to say
That the fresh air tasted like taffy I knew
And stuck to all your teeth That it would be
Gone within the hour,
But it always grows thorns after Like most of the city:
A while, doesn’t it?
But bread
Even stones can wilt Was a friend
If you keep them long enough In that it could dispel
Indoors. The hunger,
Even just for a little while.

(Above) Bridge, Blaine Zweifel, Grade 12, Pencil.