Not Only in November Poem - 1st Place | Branch No.022 Memoriam Legion, Toronto, ON | 2015
Not Only in November Hand in hand, we still stand, We will fight and we will plan To not let this make us weak We will shout at the highest peak Screaming, "We remember, we remember We remember, not only in November." They died for us to live in peace For us to laugh and play and sleep Without a worry in the world They died for every boy and girl They dealt with things most of us have never seen Older men and women and teens I wish I could thank each and every one of them individually But there are so many names belonging to people who went to war so willingly So this is my way of showing my appreciation My way of joining in with the nation To say thank you on this Remembrance Day It's been 100 years since, and although they're gone, What they've done will never die away By Selina McCallum Grade 12 student at Marc Garneau Collegiate Institute
2015 Student Achievement Awards Prose and Poetry Division - Theme: Transforming Character | January 2015 As a District Finalist I received a Certificate of Excellence recognizing my achievement in the competition.
Transition to a Seed from a Lotus
I am sitting on my bed alone and staring out the window The sky is a navy blue mixed with indigo The weather is an accurate example of what I am feeling inside My thoughts are whispering something to me in my mind “Change” is all I hear Some people decide to change when they have no other choice Some people decide to change when they need others to hear their voice I want to change because it’s the right thing to do I want to transform into someone brand new I get up to walk slowly towards the mirror As I stare, the blurriness starts to become clearer I need to be stronger for my family I know now that they are depending on me My little brother is eight and my little sister is five Unfortunately, my mother has left us to be love deprived So now it is up to me to strive to keep my little brother and sister alive It was on July 23rd when the sun was high and bright in the sky That I heard my father in the kitchen start to cry I went downstairs to check and I saw him sitting on the floor with his head between his thighs My mother was standing overhead, face emotionless, and eyes dry It’s been a week from that day and I can’t erase the memory All I know is that my mother has run from me I have no idea where she has gone and the thought of her never coming back is scary But I can no longer be a child anymore and spend my days watching Tom and Jerry I am thirteen years old and don’t remember being born to play this role When my mother left, my spirit and childhood is what she stole Her actions have impacted me in such a big way That now I feel responsible every single day Change is all I see. My father has become a new person Each day passes and I see his mood worsen I take my siblings to school now and help them more often with their homework I walk around school never smiling, just a playful smirk No one knows what I’m feeling inside because I have buried it No one knows that in my heart there is an empty pit Sometimes when people change on the inside it goes unnoticed Anyway, who has ever seen the transition to a seed from a beautiful lotus Because that is how I feel now without my mother here I miss giving her a hug whenever she was near I miss her calling my siblings and I the three musketeers The question that burns in my throat is why did she have to disappear? Through this experience I have learned why people change It’s like all of a sudden I am wearing new skin and saying that sounds strange I have also learned that life is not a game Only a week’s gone by but in writing this poem I realize that I am no longer the same When a person changes they are making a decision Most of the time their goal of satisfying themselves blurs their vision I won’t let my mother leaving us turn my life around I won’t let her sink my family into the ground When change occurs it can be good or bad When change occurs the reactions of people can be happy or sad I know that my mother had no intention of hurting us She just wasn’t feeling alright and I know that she loves us more than enough Change is what I have accepted