My Family Is A Shoe

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My Family Is A Shoe

By Daniel Hunter Chrysler (11 Years Old)

 

My Dad is the reflector, reflecting the sadness.

My Mom is the leather cut like paper.

My sister is the laces tied into hopeless knots.

My sister is the sole, reflecting the bad stuff.

I am the tongue, ripped clean off in despair.

 

He’s learning metaphor in school. As a writer, the depth in this piece blew my mind. Simply astounding depths. But I’m the mother. I may be biased. 😉

About the Author: Anna Imagination

Biographical Info... What you seek is my Story. Every Soul is a "Blurb" as one would read on the back of the book. But can people be "unwrapped" so easily? Most importantly, why try? I have long since learned to preserve the Savory that comes with Discovery. Learning of another Soul is a Journey. It is an Exploration. And it does not do the Soul Justice to try and condense a Soul Journey into a Bio.