For Children

Una Roven

School Bathroom

7th & 8th Grade Poetry Winner

As I stare at the mirror
Of this ancient and dingy bathroom
I wonder how many came before me
How many young students
Have looked into their own eyes
Preparing themselves
To go back to class
How many have come here with their friends
Laughing and fixing their hair or makeup
Some have come here to cry
When school is too much to handle
And here I stand
Staring into the mirror
I merely wash my hands
And leave