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Untitled poem, by Anastasia aged 11

This poem was an entry in Epilepsy Today's first-ever festive poetry contest: Outside the lines.

My name is Anastasia. I am 11 years old and my favourite subject is English. Out of school, I do netball, gymnastics, art club and a science club. I also learn Greek. I would like to be a paramedic.


As I sit, and stare at the unnerving sight,
I don’t know what to do,
As your fists clench and you start to bite,
I remember you’ll soon come to.

As I gently soothe and caress your hair,
And cushion your small, sweet head,
I know even I couldn’t possibly bear,
If you, my sweet darling, were dead.

But soon I realise, as the minutes slip by,
And I catch sight of the protruding bone
I realise soon, that I cannot deny,
You are dead and I’m left all alone.

As I sit there and hold you, I hold you so tight
I know your memory will live on,
And I realise that you made my life bright,
And that you were the only one.

I wish I had done so many things differently,
And been kinder and more patient too.
All those times when I had been angry,
I wish that I could now undo.

So now I know that I will try more to help,
And to treat people with more grace.
And I know that now I will try to donate,
And to make the world a better place.

Untitled poem, by Anastasia aged 11
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