This poem was inspired by the prompt, "Childhood," in which writers were asked to write about a piece of their childhood that they’d like to keep as they approach adulthood.
Whitestripe
By Zani Lewis
Grade Five, Homeschool, Burlington
When I grow older,
Weary, bent, and gray,
I'd like to remember
Many a good and joyful day.
The person I remember,
Fast and nice and soft,
Is a mouse who used to ride
In my little wagon loft.
My mouse's name was Whitestripe.
He had a little white belt.
His belt was shaped like an eagle.
So soft he always felt.
Sadly, Whitestripe passed away,
And was buried with “Ahem.”
It left me sad and dry and broken,
Like a flower with just a stem.
When I grow weary, bent, and gray,
I'd like to remember
Many a good and joyful day.
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