We are third, fourth and fifth graders from a public school in San Francisco's Tenderloin Neighborhood. This blog is a project of Robyn Carter's classroom (Room 2). It's a place to share our art and writing with other kids and teachers.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A Smoke of Sadness By Don, age 10
To My Dad A Smoke of Sadness
I’m sorry you can’t live with me I never noticed that you lied to my mom about smoking and gambling But I still remember you You took me to the playground I would like a father who cares and never lies But I still had a lot of fun with you I hear your voice in my mind even though I don’t see you