When I became the star of my grade 3 class,

I was glimmering as a star in a pitch black galaxy,

as the centre of attention,



I shared my life with my admirers and the world revolved around me,

Was I the sun? I wondered.

I shared pictures, stories, favourite objects.

As I looked at the shining, excited eyes of my friends,

I wanted to give them more, food for the body as much as for the soul,

My specialty vietnamese salad made with love rays.

At the end of the week, my light began to dim,


and I worried that I’d be a black a hole.

However, the next week started with a new star, and I became the moon, reflecting the light of my friend.



The snapshot I chose to write my poem

The snapshot I chose to write my poem