Winslow Style Poem

A a bit of Pat Winslow style poetry here by the Students at MAP. With illustrations inspired by it. The first one is by Esme and Marianna.

The Poem
I left a suitcase in a house, on the moon.
Dust from our bedroon grasped my sister's eyes.
I stood chest-high beside a cardboard spacesuit.
If he was looking over sleeping boots there mother would arrive in a parachute.



















I remember that I cannot shrink into the room.
In a million years I swear that I will still remember.
In him I know that I can trust.
Although never like him, I am certain to remember.
Remember me honestly remember me.
Couldn’t this priest hear me?
It was him after all, that said it, not me.
Didn’t you send out the true idea among the people?

By Bea