Cycled home after Mr Edward’s class
His stern face still vivid in my memory
Placed the end of term report card
On the dining table
Lost my appetite I hid in my room
Miserable....
mom and dad would be so angry
Dad called “ Christopher” my name as expected
He frowned he wasn’t looking so glad
Mom looked worried as she sat
Across the table...
Upset ...
“My intelligent boy,”
she said as she hugged me
What do you really want to be?
Extremely mad , dad told me to improve
And gave me a serious threat
“No more camping in the Summer for you”
My heart sanked, I shrugged and left
My angry dad, a manager of a shoe factory
Not at all an inspring job for me
I asked myself so repeatedly,
Am I meaningful to this world?
wish I could make my parents happy,
but it seems to be beyond me
school is a bore  and classes are dull...
In Aylesworth Forest.....
Let me solve the puzzle....