New Home by
Irpita
I’m going
to a new home today,
Mum says
I’ll have everything I want,
Dad says I’ll
have everything I need,
Mum says
in my new home I’ll get lots of food
Maybe even
two meals a day
Dad says
I’ll get a big house, where it’s never cold
Everything
I could want, everything I could need.
But I’m a
bit confused, because all I want is my home.
My home isn’t
two meals a day,
Or a big
house
My home
is my mum’s kisses,
My dad’s
hugs,
My brother’s
laughter
Love warming
every heart
Mum and
dad said everything
But forgot
to say goodbye
Because then
I would know that I am not going
To a new
home
I’m
leaving my only home
There’s No One There to Hold Your Hand by Zoyah
There’s
no one there to hold your hand
or hug
you so you forget the pain
because
when you’re older you understand
you’ll
never see your family again.
And here I
stand in the billowing smoke
a single
bag clutched in my hand
farewells
and tears already done
it’s time
to finally leave this land.
And yet
the younger ones on the platform
scream
and shriek and laugh with their games
they
think this is a holiday
that one
day they’ll come back again.
Oh, how I
wish I could tell them
that this
is no happy dream
oh how I
wish somebody will tell them already
that this
is no fairytale fantasy
Because
there’s no one there to hold your hand
or hug
you so you forget the pain
because
when you’re older you understand
you’ll
never see your family again.
A New Beginning by Sumaiya
A new
beginning, another end
I fill my
suitcase with memories
From a
picture of me and my family
To the
book my mum used to read to me
I take
another glance of my empty room
Never has
something so empty meant so much to me
To have
to leave this all behind
My little
paradise
Maybe it
was my destiny
To leave
the ones I love
To have
to board the train
And be
several miles apart
At least I
will be safe
I thought
But my
parents will still stay at home
A tear
rolls down my cheek
As I think
of what the future holds
A new
beginning, another end.
I Am Strong by Raeesah
I am
strong
I am
loved
I know
who I am
But do I?
They’ve
taken everything from me
My mother,
my father, even my name
3150,
that’s me
Repeat the
words I tell myself
I am
strong
I am
loved
I won’t back
down
The train
judders to a stop
Clutching
my suitcase and my brother’s hand
We rise
and step into our new home
I am
strong
I am
loved
I open my
eyes to the lush green fields
My brother
asks me “where are we?”
“Home” I
tell him
One day
we will go back
But for
now this is our home
I will be
strong
I will be
loved
Poem by
Midunaa
A number
was my name, 172
The number
was me. 172.
I think
day and night,
Am I
closer to God?
