A class of grade four students were invited to work on a project.
Each child had been given a heart made of wood to fill.
The heart had a removable lid so notes could be enclosed.
They were invited to include memories, thoughts, and emotions.
The decision of what to do with the box at the end – their choice.
Parents were invited to attend the big reveal.
Each student read their entries aloud to everyone.
The teacher was impressed with the variety.
Some children presented their box to a parent.
Other children decided to keep it for themselves.
Only one student remained.
As he read his entries everyone gasped.
His parents stared in shock.
The teacher was uncertain how to respond.
His entries were unlike any others.
A single word on each note.
Hate. Prejudice. War. Bullying.
There were dozens stuffed inside the box.
The teacher almost feared asking what he chose to do with it.
The room was deafening silent when he spoke.
I’d like to destroy this heart.
And all the awful things inside it.
If we can just get rid of it, we can make more hearts.
We won’t need lids though, cause they’ll be too full with love.
Anybody wanna help me?
It was a day of celebration.
Everyone wanted to be involved.
Parents and teachers were deep in thought.
A child had shown them such a different perspective.
On this occasion – everyone wanted to break a heart.
It’s always fun to play around with perception.
Smiles, hugs and blessings everyone.