By Raina Smith, 6th Grade
Wick Juniors Writing Club
Kent, Ohio

ENGLISH




Remember your second house.
The cottage with the two doors and flickering light.
Remember the bunk beds which seemed calmer every night.
Remember the old fashioned wall light above the dresser.
Remember the chest of cars under the bed.
Remember the flower-coated trash can that always seemed to smile.
Stairs full of splinters and the dryer you could hear next door.
Remember the pencilless jars and the Nerf gun fights
you would always lose.
Remember the face-shaped windows that always seemed to smile.
Remember when you left that house and moved next door?