Metaphor-The Poem

She was the stars glittering in the sky.

Yesterday we stood tirelessly in our yard,

head raised, mouth widened,

and counted as they flickered in our naive eyes.

But  today as we stood under the in our yard,

A  deep feeling of disgust emerged from our grown hearts,

which left our eyes focusing on anything possible other than the sky.

The stars gradually faded away, until darkness blinded our eyes.

She was the toys hidden in the corner of the closet,

Yesterday we sat excitedly in our living rooms,

Legs crossed, arms bent,

and played with them in a world of our little selves.

But today as we pulled open the closet door,

A strong feeling of disgrace sprang up from our mature hearts,

which made us not wanting to notice what is hidden in the corner,

The toys shattered into pieces, as we slammed doors shut.

She was the Santa Claus who came every Christmas,

Last year we laid obediently on our beds,

stockings well placed, eyes closed,

and dreamed of his appearance under the Christmas Tree.

But this year as we laid on our bed on Christmas Eve.

A overwhelming feeling of disbelief rushed out from our ripen hearts,

which forced us to lock up the cookies and milk,

The presents disappeared, as we fell asleep…

Yesterday we loved,

Today we detested.

And at some time tomorrow when we noticed what we have done,

All there is left for us will be the feeling of tremendous grief and guilt.

We never realized how valuable things really were until they were eternally lost.

Ms. Hancock was all these things.