My Family Is A Shoe
By Daniel Hunter Chrysler (11 Years Old)
My Dad is the reflector, reflecting the sadness.
My Mom is the leather cut like paper.
My sister is the laces tied into hopeless knots.
My sister is the sole, reflecting the bad stuff.
I am the tongue, ripped clean off in despair.
He’s learning metaphor in school. As a writer, the depth in this piece blew my mind. Simply astounding depths. But I’m the mother. I may be biased. 😉