Notes About The Poem
Hope this conveys some concerns of children.
A School Anxiety
Each day when I leave to go to my school,
I feel sick in my stomach to the core.
My father’s been ill for months, maybe years,
He’s losing a fight in a war.
Each day when I sit in class at my school,
I dread. My nerves have me shot.
My folks fight and clash throughout every day,
Stay together? Maybe. Maybe not.
Each day when I walk home from school,
I jitter, my pulse runs on high.
Will all of my family still be alive, or
To one of them will I be saying good bye?
Each day when I lay alone in my bed,
I bury, into my pillow, my fear.
I hate living a life full of angst and blue,
Worry’s now my friend, it is my peer.
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