Loneliness filled this heart, so I made a friend
That friend, they looked like me
A friend who should have grown with love
But that friend learned everything
From me
This heart opened, peeking out
This heart opened, welcoming with a smile
But that friend looked so weary
A friend who should be in fields with flowers, not in the rain
So I extend a small helping hand, hoping that
In this heart, snow flowers
Bloom for you alone.
--Zayda C.M., 6th-8th Grade