Closed Eyes

For the Summer Soccer ScholarsCultural Storytelling class last summer, I wrote the following poem:

My eyes are black.

When they touch the sun they turn green, which reminds me of the last thing she said to me.

I love you.

When my mom went somewhere, she took care of me.

She went to Mexico for a week and a half.

And then she died.

She died so she reminds me of my eyes.

Chris is a 7th grader on the SBU 2006/2007 team.