Emma’s poem written 1/12/08

I saw a train go by the window of the Hotel
The morning that my grandfather died.
My parents broke the news.
The train seemed everlasting.
Just like the train of sadness
That runs through our head.
My brother saw the end
And I realized that you never see it,
But sadness ends, too,
Like everything else.

Emma Jackson Sargent

(Age 7)