A girl filled with the annoyance of school,
put her small pencil case on the table,
put a picture she had drawn at school there.
She put her soaking bag and dripping coat on the table. 

 She put there the taste of sweet cherries,
the feel of soft blankets and the sound of her friends laugh,
the smell of dewed grass and ripe, crisp apples. 

 On the table she put;
the happy and sad memories of holiday and rest.
What she would rather have done than go to school,
she put there. 

 The joy and the fear, the laughs and the screams, 
she put on the table too.
The square route of nine, three,
she put three on the table. 

She was next to the fridge, 
she reached in and put emptiness on the table. 

By Maisie