Farewell

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2012

By Sarah Wood

Our last night was a joyful one
Yet dread waited, a heavy fog
As we both knew it had to end.

The next sight of each other
Would be like
Pixilated building blocks.

Seated under the rosy sky
Her laugh the flutter of a jay’s wings
The wind’s small sigh.

Her room
Like a doll’s house
Stacked with boxes, marked

Ireland
Two years too long
The wail of my heart

As I look back
Until she disappears
And rain trickles down.

Farewell Sarah Wood

Sarah Wood, 12
Seattle, Washington

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