Monique's narritave poem

I lay there sleeping peacefully,
in a house that is not home to me.
I heard a groan and then a snore,
my friend almost awoke once more.
That's when I heard a loud thundery sound,
my friends dad yelled at us to get out.
We rushed to get under the door,
then we felt a shake again once more.

Police cars went past guarded with dogs,
followed by people some with pet frogs.
I listened to the phone buzz aloud,
That's when I found out that my parents were safe and sound.
Sitting in the candle light,
shining very big and bright.
I heard the glass getting swept up and I thought in my head oh look at that muck.

When I went home to see my family,
most of my cousins were there with me.
When my aunties and uncles returned to their homes,
They were enraged about their stuff getting stolen.
When my mum and I went to new world I almost hurled,
Because the old Christchurch will never be rebuilt the same again.
When we got to the shops,
all the shelves needed to be restocked.

No more people are stricken,
Like headless chickens.
Homes have been rebuilt,
As we have cleaned up all the silt.
Families are happier,
And dogs cant stop yapping.
Christchurch is a better place than is was before,
There are no sad faces anymore.

By Monique Motufoua!