Newspapers In Education
Living In Forgetfulness
By Sophia Lambert
Seventh-grader at Presque Isle Middle School
The days that might seem happy are days I never experience anymore.
Knitting classes and book club can’t distract me
from the horrible fate of others just like me.
Everything reminds me
of this little girl Sarah.
I can remember, everyday
her lovely brown hair
lifted into this beautiful bun
and tied with an orange ribbon that caught the eye
from a mile away.
Her eyes were
the color of a storm cloud
she was as innocent as a puppy.
It frustrates me when I realize that she never
finished her story.
She had a thousand more
journeys and adventures
ahead of her in life.
I can remember her.
Even though
she never spoke a word to me,
she cannot make her way
out of my brain.
She was taken away to a camp were there were no windows.
She hated this because
she loved to see nature outside,
not like there was
much of that either.
When she turned thirteen,
she pledged to herself
that she would run away
no matter the cost,
but it costs life.
She wasn’t fast enough
to make it to the fence.
She reminds me
of a baby sparrow,
weak, helpless, innocent,
and unknowing
of the dark world around her.
Her memory is burned
in my mind and I wish
I had talked to her.
I find it odd that I can only remember this little girl,
yet nobody realizes that children like her died a million times.
