The Room
by
Katie M.
I run home wanting
to play with my older sister
I call out her name
But she doesn't answer
Again I try no answer
I look in the normal spaces
Our room, the den, the backyard
I'm starting to get worried
Then my mom walks looking extremely sad
Then it hit me
She was gone, my sister
She'd been killed in the bombing of our church in our little town
Birmingham
I droop up to our room
The room I said didn't have enough space the room I said should
be all mine
Now I have the room all myself but somehow I'm wishing I didn't.