>>9397379lb

My third grader neice wrote this.

Ms. Cain has been doing daily "challenges" with her 3rd-grade students and yesterday's was writing a story or poem. With Nora's poem in particular, the teacher was blown away by her creativity and tone. The student's dad helped her a little with focus, structure, and imagery, but it is still very good for a third grader:

Dear Coronavirus

You are nothing to me.

If you were a math problem

you would equal zero.

You are an incomplete sentence

with punctuation errors.

You don’t have capital letters

at the beginning of your sentence

and you don’t have an ending.

You are like desk clutter.

You are like a dull pencil.

You are the flickering light in the lunchroom

above the second grade table.

If you were an insect

you would be a mosquito

that I want to smash.

If you were a dog you would smell

like you never had a bath in your life.

What you aren’t is recess,

when I hear birds and people having fun

not staying away from each other,

or being scared to whisper up close.

You are not when me and my friends

run around and play soccer

and pass Frisbee and swing.

You are not lunchtime

when my friends and I talk.

You are not the smell

of the cheesy breadsticks

that we pull apart

and dip into marinara sauce,

and you are definitely not

Walking Taco Day!

Dear coronavirus,

you are not my classmates.

You are not Holden, Au’shari,

Alayna, Farrah or Mercer.

You are not Aiden, Leah,

Alyssa, Eli, Josh R., Josh S.,

Maddie, Kennedy, or Alanna.

You are not Miss Kuhn

or any students or teachers

or any other workers or their families.

And most of all, you are not Chapel

when we sing praises to God,

because God is love, unlike you.

And He is stronger than you.

When this is all over

and you finally go away,

I hope I can walk through the doors

of my school again

without wearing a mask,

and to never hear

your stupid name again.

Nora