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Wings of Hope

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A Collection of Inspirational Words and Images Celebrating the Beauty of Life


SOPHIA WANG GRADE 4, JIAN WANG ART STUDIO COVER IMAGE AND ARTWORK SUBMISSION WINNER


Wings of Hope

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A Collection of Inspirational Words and Images Celebrating the Beauty of Life

WINGS OF HOPE IS AN INITIATIVE OF PREPSKILLS 速 INC. AND SUPPORTS THE CHILDHOOD CANCER FOUNDATION

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Wings of Hope

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Publisher: PREPSKILLS ® INC. Joanna Severino Art Direction: SALI TABACCHI Mega Advertising Super Design Editors: Paige Magarrey and Elizabeth Pagliacolo Printing: Harmony Printing Ltd. Production Consultant: Elizabeth Gjerek Webmaster: Hau Dinh Volunteers: PREPSKILLS ® INC. staff Alexandra Ferreira Debbie Munnilall Jason Shea Nhan Dinh Suzana Petrunic

A Collection of Inspirational Words and Images Celebrating the Beauty of Life

All proceeds from the sale of this book go to the Childhood Cancer Foundation. Charitable registration #13189 7654 RR0001 Please visit childhoodcancer.ca to make a secure donation. Or call us with a pledge and to find out how you can help: 1 800 363 1062 Childhood Cancer Foundation National Office 1300 Yonge Street, Suite 405 Toronto, Ontario M4T 1X3 Canada ©2010 PREPSKILLS ® INC. Joanna Severino All rights reserved. Wings of Hope™ is a Trademark of PREPSKILLS ® INC. wingsofhope.ca

Wings of Hope™ To purchase a copy of Wings of Hope™ please contact us: wingsofhope.ca info@wingsofhopeforkids.com Wings of Hope™ c/o PREPSKILLS ® INC. 250 Merton Street, Suite 404 Toronto, Ontario M4S 1B1 Canada 416 200 7728 1 866 973 7737

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This Book is Dedicated to My Family To my husband Oscar, and sons Nathan and Justin who inspire me to believe, create and spread my wings of hope and fly – you are my miracles! To my siblings and their families, Maria, Elisa, Rocco, David, Frank, Laura, Jessica, Ryan, Ethan, Rebecca and Sophia – thank you for your continual love and support; To my hero, my mom, whose love and nourishment (Italian cooking) supported me throughout my journey with cancer; and to my dear father whose butterfly spirit “fluttered about” to rejuvenate my mind, body and soul. Joanna Severino, Founder, Wings of Hope™

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Dear Friends, “I believe.” This was the theme of the 2010 Winter Olympics. Wings of Hope fosters a similar strong and memorable connection. Imagine providing a child with cancer a gift of inner peace, self-understanding and hope. Imagine replenishing their spirit with thoughts, ideas and images that instill “I believe.” This is the blessing and powerful magic that this year’s Wings of Hope initiative brings. Wings of Hope is designed to help each of us connect to something deeper and the potential that it offers. My hope is that the following images and words will also give you comfort. Life is a gift, and the best way to honour that gift is to, like a butterfly, simply take wing and fly! Through the sales of Wings of Hope Journal, PREPSKILLS ® is proud to support the Childhood Cancer Foundation (CCF) in their mission to improve the quality of life for children with cancer. Through this initiative CCF provides scholarships to children facing such challenges. Many loving souls have participated in this project begun in 2005, including school boards, students, teachers and sponsors. Without your dedication, facilitation and contributions, this initiative would not be possible. To each of you who have graciously shared your joys and sorrows, strengths and vulnerabilities, insights and feedback with me, I offer my deep appreciation. I express my special gratitude to the following individuals… Melissa and Henry for the design work in putting together this fabulous publication and creating the Wings of Hope logo. Your commitment and dedication is sincerely appreciated. Nhan and Hau for your back-end support, collecting submissions, collaborating the design, print and website – a BIG thank you! To our editors Paige and Elizabeth, your time and contribution to this initiative has made a “WORD” of difference! A special thanks to Liz from Harmony and our sponsors who made our print publication possible. The Wings of Hope judges, PREPSKILLS ® 4

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staff and many volunteers who continue to offer support in helping this project grow. Mary Lye, from the Childhood Cancer Foundation, for sharing her heart and encouraging me with her words of wisdom. And finally, to my darling husband Oscar, whose loving reflection makes me whole, and my sons Nathan and Justin who inspire me to create and be “Super Mompreneur” – thank you for giving me my Wings of Hope to fly! My continuing mission is for the Wings of Hope Journal to offer you an opportunity to experience the great wisdom and artistic creations of hundreds of students who inspire us to appreciate the beauty of life. Your words and images can be part of future editions of Wings of Hope. Connect with us and share your inspiration by visiting wingsofhope.ca. Find out how to get involved, view our previous editions and be inspired by our online gallery. Inspire others with your words of wisdom, new ideas, blessings of hope, revelations of an illuminating journey, recollections that replenish the spirit, and stories of courage and triumph. Your inspiration is a gift to others and Wings of Hope is just one way you can share your gifts. Butterfly kisses and warmest regards,

JOANNA SEVERINO, B. COMM., B. ED. FOUNDER & PRESIDENT, PREPSKILLS® INC. FOUNDER, WINGS OF HOPE™

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Surviving Cancer: My Story, My Inspiration Just one day after her 28th birthday, Joanna Severino, a high school teacher, was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma is one of several cancers of the lymphatic system, which typically affects younger people. My Own Advocate After six months of chemotherapy treatment, she received a clean bill of health. But something didn’t feel right, so she insisted on more tests. “I just became my own advocate,” she recalls. When the results came back indicating that the cancer had recurred, Joanna was referred to Princess Margaret Hospital (PMH), where she first met with her treatment team – stem cell specialists Drs. Armand Keating and Michael Crump, and nurse Tracy Nagy. From the start, both Joanna and her team of doctors felt that it was important to treat the disease aggressively, opting for stem cell treatment over further chemotherapy. It was a very emotional time for Joanna and her husband. A Long, Lingering Path At such a young age, one of her biggest concerns was her future chances of fertility. She was torn between starting treatment immediately or delaying while she underwent the process of egg banking. “I felt like I had more control over the cancer than my fertility,” Joanna says. However, delaying treatment wasn’t an option, and in August 2002, Joanna received an autologous stem cell transplant at PMH. The next while was a difficult period, as she slowly began recovery, and wondered whether she’d ever have children. “It was a long, lingering path,” she says.

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Birth and Miracles Four years later, almost to the day, Joanna knows where the path ended, with the birth of her first son, Nathan, on August 2, 2006. “You truly do believe in miracles at a time like that. Anything is possible,” she says. A Symbol of Hope and Rebirth Another one of those miracles happened during her transplant at PMH. She was treated in a room, which opened to a view of the hospital’s rooftop garden. During the procedure, Joanna’s husband and niece released a butterfly while Joanna watched. The butterfly had long been a symbol of hope and rebirth for her, and a remembrance of her father who died in her childhood. In memory, Joanna now runs the Wings of Hope project through her company, PREPSKILLS®. An annual contest invites students to creatively express their feelings of hope for cancer patients. The artwork and written entries are compiled into a book, sold to raise funds for the Canadian Childhood Cancer Foundation. Strength From Within “You have to go through your own internal path and journey to come to terms with cancer, and you really have to stand up and fight,” she says. “The strength has to come from within. I really think that what happens in our minds also happens in the external realm.”

ARTICLE PORTIONS ExCERPTED WITH PERMISSION FROM THE PRINCESS MARGARET HOSPITAL FOUNDATION

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Ripples When Joanna Severino found out about the Childhood Cancer Foundation (CCF) and decided to support our work through her Wings of Hope project, she threw a pebble into the proverbial pond. The ripples from that pebble have started to reach others who have been moved to support the Foundation because of Wings of Hope… One such group is Lindsay’s Angels, the seven sisters of Lindsay, a young man who lost his life to cancer. The members of this gifted family, their friends and relations hosted a concert to raise their voices, raise awareness and raise money to help children with cancer. Now a new audience knows that 10,000 kids are battling cancer in Canada, and we can only hope that they too will be inspired to help make a difference. Thanks, Joanna, for tossing in the first pebble. Together, WE WILL WIN. With thanks,

MARy LyE DIRECTOR OF MARKETING AND COMMUNICATIONS CHILDHOOD CANCER FOUNDATION - CANDLELIGHTERS CANADA

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The Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada The Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada (CCF) was established in 1987 as a support organization to help children with cancer and their families. It is the only national charity dedicated entirely to the fight against childhood cancer in Canada. The CCF funds research through the C17 Research Network (made up of all 17 children’s hospitals and treatment centres in Canada), provides support programs, and advocates for children and their families who are affected by cancer. These programs directly contribute to increasing survival rates and quality of life for pediatric cancer patients and their families, and will ultimately help find a cure for all childhood cancers. This year, the CCF launched two new websites. Teen Connector (childhoodcancer.ca/teenconnector) is a social networking site for teens with cancer, offering the chance to share information, stories and support with peers. The Educators Guide (childhoodcancer.ca/educatorsguide) provides educators and parents with the resources to create a better learning experience for children with cancer. Recent Statistics Canada research found that the predicted five-year survival rate for children and adolescents who are diagnosed with cancer has shot up to 82% – that’s 11% higher than the rate measured in a previous national study (1985 to 1988). This means that four out of every five children diagnosed with cancer will survive their journey. The CCF is determined to continue to work towards the goal of 100% cure for all children, with reduced long-term effects from toxic treatments.

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The Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada

There are about 10,000 children living with cancer in Canada today. Each year, about 1500 cases are diagnosed. There are about 40 different types of childhood cancer. One in 400 children will be diagnosed with cancer before their 19th birthday. Cancer is rare in children, but it is the number one disease killer of our Canadian children. Because of significant advances in therapy, 82% of these children will survive five years or more, an increase of about 50% since the early 1960s. With a mortality rate of close to 20%, Canada loses tens of thousands of years of potential life each year to childhood cancer. In terms of potential life saved, childhood cancers rank second only to breast cancer.

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The Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada Despite significant advances in the treatment of childhood cancers, and an 82% long-term survival rate, the long-term effects of surviving treatments for the cancers can affect these children’s futures. Through the efforts of the CCF, we fight cancer through research, mentoring cancer patients, providing survivors with scholarships and education.

This is why supporting the Childhood Cancer Foundation through donations is so important, and why Wings of Hope is proud to donate the entire proceeds of the sale of this book to the CCF. To purchase a book, visit wingsofhope.ca or call PREPSKILLS at 416 200 7728. ®

Charitable Registration #13189 7654 RR0001 Please visit childhoodcancer.ca to make a secure donation. Or call us with a pledge, or to find out how you can help: 1 800 363 1062 National Office: 1300 Yonge Street, Suite 405 Toronto Ontario M4T 1X3

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2009 Scholarship Winners Christina Marchand University of Waterloo: Health Sciences

Brett McKenzie University of New Brunswick: Forestry Engineering

PAPILLARy THyROID CARCINOMA SURVIVOR FROM BOTTWELL, ON

EWING’S SARCOMA SURVIVOR FROM SyDNEy, NS

“I have leaned a lot through cancer, but it was a frightening, exhausting, lifelong disease that I could have went without. I have, however, incorporated what I have learned into my life values. I have changed how I live my life, how I deal with people and how I make my decisions. To me, that’s what surviving is all about. I have survived the battle in order to live better, learn harder and love stronger, because you only have one life, one chance to do it right. Thank you Childhood Cancer Foundation for your support as we venture into this journey together.”

“With such a terrible disease and it being such a surprise, I was thankful for the positive support around me to help me get through it. The scholarship will help me with my next big challenge – university. A much more positive experience. Thank you Candlelighters Canada for being part of that support structure.”

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2009 Scholarship Winners Julie Meilleur Cegep du Vieux Montreal; Interior Design ACUTE LyMPHOBLASTIC LEUKEMIA SURVIVOR FROM PIERREFONDS, QC

“This scholarship acknowledges and rewards each and every one of us who has battled their way back to a normal life. A thousand times thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Amanda Miller Langara College: Nursing

Michael Rosenberg University of Waterloo: Accounting

RHABDOMyOSARCOMA SURVIVOR FROM NANAIMO, BC

HODGKIN’S LyMPHOMA SURVIVOR AND 2009 CCSS WINNER FROM THORNHILL, ON

“Receiving this scholarship truly means the world to me because it is allowing me to come one step closer to the biggest dream if my life – to be able to offer my care to children by becoming a pediatric nurse. Thank you so much.”

“Cancer has taught me many things… to be humble, appreciative, strong, courageous, supportive. That no success is too small to celebrate and most importantly, it taught me how much a smile can brighten someone’s day. Cancer was not the end of my life, it was the beginning.”

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Sponsors

PREPSKILLS PREPSKILLS.COM HARMONy PRINTING HARMONyPRINTING.COM DOMTAR DOMTAR.COM UNISOURCE CANADA, INC. UNISOURCE.CA

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Sponsors

DUNDEE WEALTH MANAGEMENT DUNDEEWEALTH.COM BELL CANADA BELL.CA

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Sponsors

SALI TABACCHI

MEGA ADVERTISING SUPER DESIGN

PRINCESS MARGARET HOSPITAL PMHF.CA DINHBROS DINHBROS.COM

CHILDHOOD CANCER FOUNDATION CHILDHOODCANCER.CA

SALI TABACCHI SALITABACCHI.COM

SLF CHARTERED ACCOUNTANTS SLF.CA

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Sponsors

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Our Judges The creators of Wings of Hope thank a host of community members for helping us select the winning drawn and written submissions for this edition of Wings of Hope. Thank you for your time, effort, insight and dedication.

Melissa Agostino Founding partner of Sali Tabacchi, and art director of Azure magazine. Lauren Donnelly Teen Connector coordinator for the Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada. Mary Lye Director of marketing and communications for the Childhood Cancer Foundation – Candlelighters Canada. Paige Magarrey Managing editor at Azure magazine. Quenby Mahood English literature grad, writing enthusiast and library services manager at the Institute for Work & Health. Katia Mercuri Employee at the Canadian Music Centre, and avid volunteer in arts and youth mental health organizations who is pursuing a career in the non-profit arts industry.

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Debbie Munnilall, BA, MEd Education Coordinator and teacher, Prepskills Inc. Elizabeth Pagliacolo Senior associate editor at Azure magazine. Danielle Suppa Creative Assistant for women’s wear at Joe Fresh Style, and designer of her own line of headpieces under the label Le Petit Beret Henry Tyminski Founding partner of Sali Tabacchi, and art director of Designlines magazine.

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Three questions for artwork submission winner Sophia Wang 1. How did you come up with the idea of your artwork? Once I read a story called Pandora’s Box. In the end of the story, a butterfly named Hope came out of Pandora’s Box and he gave everybody faith. That’s why I drew colourful butterflies to represent hope. I also put a rainbow in my drawing because I always feel beauty, hope, and faith inside of me whenever I see a beautiful rainbow appearing in the sky after the rain. 2. How has creating this artwork affected you? What did you learn from this experience? I feel lucky and honoured that I am able to help Childhood Cancer Foundation by drawing this picture. Being a healthy child, I don’t know what it’s like to have cancer. I hope that this piece of art will inspire many children who have cancer to fight their disease with courage and faith. 3. What are your goals for the future? Will you keep making art? Becoming a young artist in the future has been my goal. I hope that I will be the artist who inspires people like what I do for the Wings of Hope now. I will keep on making wonderful art work with passion and love.

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Three questions for written submission winner Tina Chan 1. How did you come up with the idea of your written submission? When I saw this contest posted in my school, I knew I had to write something because it was my chance to inspire kids. When I was 13, I was diagnosed with a back condition that kept me indoors and it seemed like a rain cloud was looming around me 24/7. So I’ve always been inspired by the concept of “rainy days”. When I wrote this poem, I wanted to show everyone that they should learn to accept a little rain and stay positive, knowing that sunshine will always appear after a storm. 2. How has creating this written submission affected you? What did you learn from this experience? When I was going through rough times, someone once told me to never lose hope, for there is always a reason for experiencing what one is going through. Sometimes it only takes a few encouraging words to help them carry on. I learned that words can be very powerful, so I’m glad that my poem gives me a chance to inspire people to never give up! 3. What are your goals for the future? Will you keep writing? Writing has always been one of my passions. I always write whenever I’m overflowing with emotions and want to share life lessons with others. In the future, I would love to be a poet and a motivational writer.

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Participating Schools

ALL SAINTS CATHOLIC SCHOOL ANNETTE STREET PUBLIC SCHOOL APPLEBy COLLEGE ARTHAUS – VISUAL ARTS LEARNING STUDIO BAyVIEW MIDDLE SCHOOL BAyVIEW SECONDARy SCHOOL BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL BENNINGTON HEIGHTS ELEMENTARy SCHOOL BESSBOROUGH DRIVE PUBLIC SCHOOL BILL CROTHERS SECONDARy SCHOOL BISHOP ALLEN ACADEMy BLESSED JOHN xxIII CATHOLIC SCHOOL BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL BRANKSOME HALL BROOKSIDE PUBLIC SCHOOL C.D.FARQUHARSON JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL CASTLEMORE PUBLIC SCHOOL CHIEF DAN GEORGE PUBLIC SCHOOL CHURCHILL HEIGHTS PUBLIC SCHOOL CLAUDE WATSON SCHOOL FOR THE ARTS CRESCENT SCHOOL DAVISVILLE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL DEER PARK PUBLIC SCHOOL DEWSON STREET JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL DR. NORMAN BETHUNE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE DR.MARION HILLIARD SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL DOLPHIN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL ÉCOLE SECONDAIRE L’ORÉE DES BOIS FATHER FREDERICK MCGINN CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL FATHER HENRI NOUWEN CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL FATHER MICHAEL GOETz SECONDARy SCHOOL FLETCHER’S MEADOW SECONDARy SCHOOL FOREST HILL PUBLIC SCHOOL GEORGE WEBSTER ELEMENTARy SCHOOL GLAMORGAN JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL GLENVIEW SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL GREENHOLME JUNIOR MIDDLE SCHOOL GUILDWOOD VILLAGE MONTESSORI SCHOOL HOLLyCREST MIDDLE SCHOOL HOMELANDS SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL HUNTER’S GLEN JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL IROQUOIS RIDGE HIGH SCHOOL J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL JIAN WANG ART SCHOOL JOyCE PUBLIC SCHOOL LESTER B. PEARSON COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE LORETTO ABBEy CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL LyNNWOOD HEIGHTS JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL MACKLIN PUBLIC SCHOOL MACLACHLAN COLLEGE MARC GARNEAU COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE MEADOWVALE PUBLIC SCHOOL NORTH AGINCOURT JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL NORTH KIPLING JUNIOR MIDDLE SCHOOL NORTHLEA ELEMENTARy AND MIDDLE SCHOOL OAKDALE PARK MIDDLE SCHOOL OAKVILLE TRAFALGAR HIGH SCHOOL ORDE STREET PUBLIC SCHOOL OUR LADy OF GOOD COUNSEL CATHOLIC SCHOOL OUR LADy OF PEACE CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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PALMERSTON AVENUE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL PAPE AVENUE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL PARKDALE JUNIOR AND SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL PHILIP POCOCK CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL POPE JOHN PAUL II CATHOLIC SCHOOL PRINCE OF PEACE CATHOLIC SCHOOL QUEEN VICTORIA PUBLIC SCHOOL R.H. MCGREGOR ELEMENTARy SCHOOL RICHMOND GREEN SECONDARy SCHOOL ROTHERGLEN SCHOOL SAN LORENzO RUIz CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL SILVERTHORN COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE SIR JOHN A. MACDONALD COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE SIR RICHARD W. SCOTT CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL SIR WILFRID LAURIER COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE SMITHFIELD MIDDLE SCHOOL SPECTRUM ALTERNATIVE SENIOR SCHOOL ST. ANDREW CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. ANDREW’S JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL ST. CLEMENT CATHOLIC SCHOOL STS. COSMAS AND DAMIAN CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. DEMETRIUS CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. EDWARD CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. FRANCIS xAVIER CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL ST. GREGORy THE GREAT CATHOLIC ACADEMy ST. ISAAC JOGUES CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. JEAN DE BREBEUF CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ST. JULIA BILLIART CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. KEVIN CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. LUKE CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL ST. MARGARET MARy CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL ST. MARGUERITE D’yOUVILLE SECONDARy SCHOOL ST. MARTIN SECONDARy SCHOOL ST. MAxIMILIAN KOLBE CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. MONICA CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL ST. NICHOLAS CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL ST. PETER’S CATHOLIC SCHOOL ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ST. THERESA OF LISIEUx CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ST. VINCENT DE PAUL CATHOLIC SCHOOL SWANSEA PUBLIC SCHOOL TERRy FOx PUBLIC SCHOOL THE yORKLAND SCHOOL TORONTO FRENCH SCHOOL TRAFALGAR CASTLE SCHOOL TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL TWIN LAKES SECONDARy SCHOOL UNIVERSITy OF TORONTO SCHOOLS VALLEy PARK MIDDLE SCHOOL VICTORIA PARK COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE WEST HUMBER JUNIOR MIDDLE SCHOOL WESTMINSTER PUBLIC SCHOOL WESTMOUNT COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE WESTON COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL WILMINGTON ELEMENTARy SCHOOL WINSTON CHURCHILL COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE WOODBRIDGE PUBLIC SCHOOL WOODBRIDGE COLLEGE yORK MILLS COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE zION HEIGHTS JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

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Wings of Hope Drip after drop, The rain just wouldn’t stop. She sat in a puddle, Soaked to the bone, Hands clasped together in prayer, Hugging her knees together, Waiting for the sun to come out. But the thunder kept crashing And the tears of the storm Seemed to pour out the words of her heart. She held nothing in her hands Except a small glimmer of hope, And closed her palms tightly To make sure it would not be washed away. Then something appeared from the corner of her eye And a shadow emerged from the distance. He offered but an outstretched hand And a warm smile. “I didn’t come with an umbrella,” he said. “I came to dance in the rain with you.”

TINA CHAN GRADE 11, DR. NORMAN BETHUNE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE WRITTEN SUBMISSION WINNER

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HOPE I gazed enviously at my classmates that raced along the track. I would never be able to run, or even walk. How I yearned to be able to run, with the wind on my face, to see the sun’s rays lighting the world around me as I walk, feeling the pavement underneath the soles of my shoes. I sighed, I was now known throughout the school as the crippled “new” boy. I glanced jealously at my classmates who looked like they were having the time of their time of their lives. My hard gaze caught another boy’s eye, he stuck his tongue out and turned away. I let out a startled squeak. That caught the attention of my coach. He ran towards me, “Are you okay!?” I nodded reassuringly. Then I heard them, words which stabbed me in the heart, one by one, stinging me, “Who does that boy think he is? He doesn’t belong here!” I turned around to glare at them to see that they were the ones that were staring angrily at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now. I felt their negative energy towards me, hate, pity, jealousy. My eyes began to well up with tears. I wiped fiercely at my face. All my hopes to be able to make friends and to be able to walk vanished, leaving a large gaping hole in my heart. They were right, I shouldn’t be here. I thought sadly. I turned to wheel away when a boy and a girl rushed up to me, shame-faced and embarrassed. They stuttered an apology and asked if I wanted to know what it felt like to run. I nodded my head vigorously and the girl helped me on the other boy’s back and then we were off, going faster and faster until we were out of breath. “Thank you!” I whispered, beaming up at them. Perhaps one day I will be able to walk and live a normal life with friends by my side, I thought. One day maybe my dream will come true. One day, perhaps…

SHARON CHENG GRADE 6, ST.MONICA CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL

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Life Is Life Life is joy Life is sorrow Life can be many things It can be as small as a cell Or as big a the universe Life is infinite Life is a baby’s first breath And is a dying man’s heartbeat Life can end in a second Or it can go on for a hundred years Life is a tree, gliding through the waters of time Life is a bug, alive for three minutes Life is an egg, waiting to hatch Life is despair, hope, love, fear, courage, kindness Life is a ride that you never want to stop Sometimes you have to get off before others do But while you’re on, remember this: Life is Life

ALLy WARING GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Enchanted Wings. Though it seems all life does is put you down, Spread your wings of hope, smile & don’t you frown. For these wings lay in the arms of those who believe, The comfort of the saints who hold success up their sleeve. These enchanted wings will awaken your sleeping souls, They’ll show you the light, & guide you towards your awaiting goals. Grasp them in your hands, for they are the key, They’re known to unlock dreams that were once unable to see. Use your miraculous wings, spread them & soar, Soar like the infinite wind & fly like never before. Embrace the hope & comfort of those around you, But most importantly, the wings that allowed you to pursue. The broad imagination these wings withhold, Is absolutely amazing, for they portray the untold. The unexplainable love & faith these wings provide, Will absolutely amaze you, and weave in you, its pride. So keep in mind, these aren’t any ordinary wings, They’re the ones that heal the soul & help it cope, For they are the enchanted Wings of Hope.

REEMA GILL GRADE 8, VALLEy PARK MIDDLE SCHOOL

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HIS GREATEST GIFT But the look on his face, reflects faith undone; No life, no light, no buoyant fun. Lost warmth, lost hope; Too late to fix it. It’s almost like it never existed. But wait, what’s that? There’s light in his tears. It almost went unnoticed While he battled his fears. And no matter what they say I know he still tries. He won’t let this be his end, his failure, his demise. So I’ll reach out and help him; I’ll pick him up when he falls. I’ll be there to support him So he’ll see more than these barren walls. And now ten years later, I look back and I know; That my hope was the greatest gift for him to live and grow.

AMBEREEN RAzA GRADE 11, LESTER B. PEARSON COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE

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Sunlight The sky is full of clouds It has been this way for weeks Suddenly A shower of light breaks through And I know that everything is going to be alright

VICTORIA WILD GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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United By Hope In a time of ill Hope comes and heals the spirit The mind recovers Whenever hope’s lost Depression comes on its heels Death’s inevitable Fighting for one’s life True causes better the world The body prevails Keep on fighting Pull through and never give up Recover and heal Body, Mind, Spirit United, they stand as one No ills may appear

BOBBy CHIANG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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HOPE My finger brushes against the petal of the rose bush. Like brushing against a piece of your heart. Like magic dust is falling down on me. All it takes is a few words of hope and love to make the rose open up its wings and fly. As night creeps its way over the rose bush everything goes silent and still. A star shines to the strait center of the rose, and made it shine like a piece of your heart. As the sun rose in the morning the flower started to open and share her love and hope to the world. It felt like a burst of light coming into my life. Soon the whole world was filled with the love and hope of just one rose. At that exact moment I got this feeling of complete lovingness and in my heart. I could just burst out in tears of joy. All of the sudden nature burst out in tears of joy. Like it was listening to what we were saying and gave us a gift. Just one drop of life gave the rose a whole new place in her heart. To me it felt different; it felt one drop of hope can bring you full life. It felt like it did.

ANNA BEEBE GRADE 4, PAPE AVENUE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Life can change so easily that it’s like a power that can never be broken. As the seasons went by I watched the rose. In summer it smelt like sweet perfume, butt in fall the rose fell strait to the ground. That meant the rose was gone forever. In spring I saw a tiny little bud of new life occurred, and new hope was to be shared. A life is never over!

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Dilemma A pyramid structure, it wasn’t perfect but it was good enough But somehow an unknown power came and blew it all away. I tried to put the pieces together but it seemed like I was constructing it all wrong, It kept falling apart and as it got knocked down, I cried about it. As the tears trickle down your face, do you ever wonder what good is crying? Perhaps, it is a way to express the feelings bottled up inside, that have no way of coming out because you have subjected to trusting no one. Do you see the pain that plagues me? I am sure you do not because I am a skilled actor. I mask my tears and pain through, distractions and a faint deception of optimism. Does this optimism go in vain? Will the tears that trickle down be indeed wiped away? And in the future as I look back will I perceive that it made me stronger? How can you look to such heights? The pain that plagues you is stronger than a tornado whisking every part of you away The sadness torments you and when you seem to subside it, it springs up again

ADEMOFE OyE-ADENIRAN GRADE 12, ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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Perhaps, I am asking how do you see the light in the darkness? And when you see that light how do you recognize it for what it is? For the darkness blinds you and overwhelms you with grief and heartache. How do you find the answers to the questions that currently afflict your mind? Maybe it is time to look to my future and imagine that what I am going through will make me stronger. It has to and it will. The success I will foresee will be so great, I will look at these times and say in delight ‘that made me stronger’ as I tell my sombre story to the world. It is not a sombre story, to be correct. It is a triumphant story! So as my pyramid gets knocked down, I know it is for the better. I learn different ways about how to make my pyramid stronger.

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Dum Spiro Spero (While I Breathe, I Hope) Hold fast to your dreams. For if they dim and fade away, Absent will be the sun’s golden streams, And the light of hope doth decay. Broken will be the wings of the bird, Trapped in a strangle of thorns. Its song silenced and unheard, Lowering its head, hope’s loss it mourns. Darkness’ shroud will fall. Its claws and fangs will tear apart light. Frigid air will answer the wolf’s haunting call, Trapped is one in the cold and dark of eternal night. Hold fast to your dream. For if they remain strong and true, Always will Apollo’s golden ribbon stream, And hope’s light will never subdue. Free will be the bird, and strong its wings. Dancing amongst the clouds of white, A soft, joyful melody its soul sings. From beneath its feathers shines a light so bright. Light will encompass the sky, Receivers of the sun’s warm kiss. Golden rays will always shine from on high, And the wind will always dance in an elegant bliss. So, hold fast your dreams. Permit them to stay strong and true. Never should they waiver and unravel at the seams. And never should you have to bid hope adieu.

EMIL SUCHANEK GRADE 12, APPLEBy COLLEGE

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LIFE Life holds love, life holds sorrow life is today, and life is tomorrow life is full of beauty, and life is full of grey. life is full of actions, good in most ways. If my life is yours than I have to say, you decide if it is going to be good or bad today. ENJOY LIFE WHILE YOU HAVE IT!!!!!

RyAN DEMBROSKI GRADE 4, CRESCENT SCHOOL

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Flashback Sweat congealed on my brow. I tasted blood in my throat, I couldn’t breathe. I could feel myself dying… The heart rate monitor beeped wildly; doctors rushed into the room, my vision blurred. I couldn’t care less: I was falling, into blackness, nothingness… Then, I was five again, and I was laughing. It’s autumn and I’m on a swing with my father. The falling leaves and warm sun created a fiery scene of joy and contentedness, and I was falling again… I was seven, with my best friend, after the last day of school. We were laughing and enjoying the day. He said, “I’ll always be your best friend…” It was a moment I never forgot, then, blackness again… I’m twelve and sitting in history class, bored out of my mind. We were answering questions and I was drawing, when she raised her hand. I stared at her flowing, hair and beautiful face, enraptured, but the image faded.

CLEMENT CHAN GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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I’m thirteen now, sitting on a hill watching the sunset. The snow covered landscape reflected the red of the sun creating a rare scene. I realized this was about the time I was diagnosed with cancer, and as I started falling again, I felt an unbearable pain in my gut. I was falling again, but it wasn’t dark this time. I saw a light, a beautiful and alluring light beckoning to me. It was growing closer by the second. I reached out for it, if I could just touch it, the pain and suffering would end. I was so close to it when a voice full of anxiety and worry yet beautiful cried out. “Please don’t go!” I knew it was her. Other voices joined the cry, uttering similar phrases. Then a deep, powerful voice spoke, “Your time is not yet up, there’s still love and hope in this world. Turn back.” As quick as it stared, it ended. I was in my room again, surrounded with people. My parents, my friends, and her. All staring at me, crying or worried, and I knew the voice in the voice was right. There’s still hope.

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Freedom I have been here for quite a while. You’d think someone would notice, but they don’t. I’ve tried crying out for help, though I don’t imagine anyone can hear me through these thick, apparently impenetrable walls that have somehow constructed themselves around me. My voice eventually grew so hoarse, it silenced itself. I cannot see a thing in here – I feel as though I was engulfed by the eerily still, swirling blackness, and there is no way for me to break free to the light I once took for granted. Space is scarce – I have no choice but to bend my squished body at strange angles, the limbs screaming in complaint as they struggle to make do with the limited room. The only sounds that reach my ears are the steady hammering of my own heart and the continuous pattern of my breathing. There is nothing for me to do, at this point, but wait – wait for something, anything – that has a chance of freeing me from this. Just when it seems like I will never escape, light filters in through the tiniest of openings – an opening that expands, expands, and expands even more, making it brighter and brighter, until golden rays of radiant sunshine are all that I can see, and the astounding warmth of it returns to me – gloriously familiar. I inhale – the beautiful perfume of a fresh spring day makes me sigh.

EMILy WIELER GRADE 8, ST. NICHOLAS CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL

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I open my closed eyes, only to find an endless expanse of rolling green hills and cloudless blue sky displayed before me. It is almost impossible to take it all in with one quick peek. The walls that have been holding me back all this time crackle, tremble and fall - they are nothing to me now. My tensed body unravels itself, and before I even have a spare moment to panic, the relief and wonderment of weightlessness take over. A glance to my sides reveals the spectacular, vibrant wings that have sprouted – delicate and light as feathers. I grin, and from then on, I know what to do. I take wing, and fly.

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Untitled Not far from humanity lies a sunlit glade, where many animals roam. Half of the grass is a deep emerald green, and the other is a light hue. Surrounding the field is a large forest, each of the leaves a different color. Close to the glade is a cerulean lake of pure water, because the dirt below never touches the lake. The other side harbors a rocky plateau which leads into a canyon. High in the sky is the golden sun and the silver moon, which come each day. When snow falls, magnificent sculptures take root, as if dreams come to life. The wildlife is amazing. Animals of every type call this place home. All types of fruit and vegetable can be found here and will grow right back when picked. There is no violence, sadness or strife, only bliss, love and laughter. No humans have ever touched this place, for it lies in the imagination.

BUzz LANTHIER-ROGERS GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Spotted yellow Canada Lilies, Flowering in the meadows and highlands. Pink Calopogons, Blossoming in the bogs and swamps. Blue Mertensias, Blooming in the bottom lands and river woods. Violet Virginia Waterleaves, Growing in the rich woods. The flowers that make you feel more than happiness. The rabbits that hop around and smell the nice smells of those beautiful flowers. The young children that pick those awesome flowers. But once it’s cold and the weather changes the beautiful flowers slowly go away, the young rabbits and children stay home, all those four months. Even though the rabbits and children miss the flowers there is always hope. Once again flowers will come because as the months pass by, it will get warmer and warmer to another spring!

NAOMI WONG GRADE 3, ORDE STREET PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled A little butterfly opens up her wings and braces her little body on the tip of a pretty pink flower, she soars off the petals into tomorrow high up into the skies fluttering ever so softly every sense of direction possible yet no one thinks she can do it no one thinks she can go where she wants to go she flies away but where where are you going little butterfly? she doesn’t answer further and further she flies holding her hopes and her dreams twisting and turning toward the suns open rays pushed by the wind, carried by the hopes of tomorrow loved by all that tiny butterfly that no one thought could did!

JASMIN HARRIS GRADE 10, ST. JEAN DE BREBEUF

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The Light of Hope The light of hope shining on a single rose. The rose is you Beautiful and delicate in your own ways. The light is your friends, your family, and everyone who cares for you Including me. You will always have hope If you have people who care for you. So remember When your at home relaxing at home. Remember your family, your friends, and many more people. We all care for you because we are your Light of Hope

zACHARy WARNER GRADE 8, HOLLyCREST MIDDLE SCHOOL

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The Forgotten Voice I’ve lost my voice and I cannot be heard anymore. That is simply what happened. It’s not gone. My voice is still here, but it’s so teeny tiny, so quiet, that it might as well not be here at all. It has been two years since It came. That malicious, greedy shadow that has the power to drown me out without uttering a single word. It snakes along, devouring everything in Its path, and bit by bit becomes stronger and more relentless. It draws power from the unfortunate things it consumes in Its path, and it’s near impossible to stop. I have given up on myself. Don’t give up! The voice was tiny, but urgent. It seemed far-off. There’s still a chance! Suddenly, there were more voices, a little bit louder this time. Don’t you know that we love you, and will support you no matter what? The doctors… the doctors say that it’s almost gone… We miss you! Please come back soon. And they came with full force. A whole barrage of voices: worried voices, caring voices, loving voices. Don’t give up! Don’t give up! DON’T GIVE UP!

EVELyN yUN GRADE 9, ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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Don’t give up hope! There were more and more and more of them now, each so loud. It was like a symphony of voices wrapping around me. It felt so warm, so loving. The wall of silence that had trapped me for so long was starting to crumble. And as it fell, I felt myself get stronger. Then, finally, finally, I unfurled my wings that were once broken and unused, and pushed through the wall to the light and beyond. All at once, the shadow that has gripped everyone’s hearts for two years starts to leave. It cries in terror as It hits the light and starts to evaporate and fade until… It‘s gone. Don’t give up on me.

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WINGS OF HOPE As I count the days until I leave the hospital. As I wait for a cure I dream. I dream tat I am a butterfly, Soaring through the sky, Everyone observers my magnificent colors. The birds are singing, Everyone is happy and cheering for me. But as I awaken from this dream I have more hope, I feel as if there is no such thing as hate or frustration, But then I realize it is all a dream and it is almost over with There is almost a cure.

LILy COLETTI GRADE 5, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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The Thoughts That Thought As I crawled to sleep one night, thoughts of darkness and lack of light, crawled inside my head, and right along the bed. The thoughts they thought, made me angry and scared a whole lot. Why is life unfair? And no one seems to show me care? Will the bug every cease, and the mocking, and the tease? Why do I have to go to the white rooms, where the sickness looms? Why can’t I play in the wet rain? But have to suffer this striking pain? Why do the other kids get to braid each other’s hair while I don’t even have a piece to share? Why do they get to draw pictures with a heart, But mine is torn apart? Why does my life have to be different and set aside? Does happiness and sickness always collide? As I sleep deeper the thoughts grow louder and stronger. But I don’t want the thoughts any longer, so I say STOP, I can still reach to the top. I didn’t need to listen to what the thoughts said. And with that, the thoughts quickly dropped dead.

VANICE CHEUNG GRADE 8, BRANKSOME HALL

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Glowing Jars 10,000 mile wishes Fall on deaf ears I fell into a story With no ending to hear Praying on silent stars who keep to themselves Like glass jars of fireflies Filling my shelves I caught them all Before I even knew I thought they would make A great present for you But with no space on your shelves I let them all go Now my shelves and I are bare and alone You noticed I was low And lifted my like a crutch To show me that deep down You love me just as much So next time I see your shelf my eyes so quick to compare I’ll see your glowing jar on mine And still know that you care

RACHEL MONTANARO15 GRADE 10, BISHOP ALLEN ACADEMy

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Two Best Friends Every time I’m feeling down or in the slumps, I think about the two little butterflies that follow me around, One seems to love giving me the power to smile each day, With her beautiful pink wings and graceful flutters, My orange winged friend is always fluttering around me, Seemingly trying to push me into becoming who I am today, I have a feeling that this little butterflies are here to stay, That hopefully they will never shy away, I know that one day I’ll be someone’s special loving friend, But til then, I’ll ask my two best friends that shine orange and pink, To give me the power to succeed, To tell me to keep shining and having my infamous smile, To take day by day, To walk with my head held high, Turning me around from that one ticket to darkness, I am thankful for there unlimited support, But for now I must become strong and spread my wings, So that one day I can help them when everything is crumbling down, By for today, Butterfly fly away,

MEGAN DÉRy GRADE 12, ÉCOLE SECONDAIRE L’ORÉE DES BOIS

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I Lifted my wings I lifted my wings and soared into the sky, Like a white dove I began to fly. Under me happy children sing, As I pick them up safely under my wing. With me they will be secure, They have hearts so sweet and pure. I lifted my wings and soared into the sky, Like a fairy that likes to try and try. I am a light with my wings so shiny, Every problem I will overcome, even if I am tiny. With everyone we can get along, Each of us are brave and strong. Now I realize hope has wings

KIMBERLy DIAS GRADE 5, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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A Dreamy Place My dream is a dream only I can see, My dream is a dream I share only with me, When I dream, I dream of a place with a lot of stars and clouds, A far off place where only I can go Dream………… Dream Dream of a sea, Dream of clouds above your head, Dream of a bright blue sky, Dream of wonderful things that are yet to come Dream of Green fields and beautiful roses They say dreams never do come true, But they are wrong, I say they do.

TERRON MORGAN GRADE 7, CASTLEMORE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Reservoir There was once a great reservoir with clear, crisp water, sparkling, ripe berries, and enormous, strong trees. But around it was a wall to keep certain animals out of the reservoir so that it may remain a great place. All the animals wanted to go there, since it seemed like paradise to them. It was easy for deer and foxes to go to there, as they could just jump over the wall, since the wall wasn’t very high. It was easy for the fish to go there, as they could swim into the river that leads there. It was easy for the robins and owls to go there, as they could fly over the wall. However, for the snails, it wasn’t so easy. For the snails, the wall just seemed to keep on growing, as if there were no end to it, unlike for the fox or deer, who got over the wall with ease. Every time they tried, they would end up falling back down to the ground, because it was too difficult for them, so most of the snails gave up. However, there was one snail that kept on going. It climbed the wall, determined to go to the great reservoir, even if it took him years. That snail went through much harsh weather, like hail or snow, which would have beaten down any animal, but the snail persevered through the tough times and kept on going. After weeks of torture and harsh weather that seemed to damage the wall more than the snail, the snail was finally over the wall. There, the snail could see the vast green hills that stretch beyond the corners of the earth, and an enormous lake with sparkling fish and fresh, clean water. The snail was finally finished climbing what seemed like Mount Everest and was in paradise. And before going to drink the delicious water in the lake or eat the juicy berries on the bush, he looked back and saw that other snails were now climbing the wall.

HENRy AU-yEUNG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Little Red Rose I’m a little red rose growing out of concrete no one really notices me because I’m too alone to be seen sometimes I’m dancing as I see the birds fly but unlike other roses around me I’ll always hold my head up high Then one day a terrible thing happens as a girl pulls out my petals ohhhhh how it hurts inside me I wish I could tell her but I think to myself again that I’m born from concrete how can I not survive this there has to be something special in me So I try and succeed as I pass the stormiest weathers and I’ve learned a lesson today that true hope lasts forever

AFRAH SAEED GRADE 5, GLAMORGAN JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Five years ago Susan was an average eight-year old girl. She had responsibilities just like everyone else. She took her life for granted until that day… She woke up feeling dizzy. When she was combing her hair she had difficulty grabbing her brush. She went downstairs and made herself a bowl of cereal. She attempted to grab her spoon, but knocked over her bowl of cereal. She was very dizzy now and found it hard to coordinate her legs and arms. She tried to bend over to clean up the milk but tripped and hit her head on the floor. As she slowly slid out of consciousness she heard footsteps running towards her. She woke up a few hours later with blurred vision. She was surrounded by many people, one of whom was her mother. When her vision finally cleared she realized she was in the hospital. Her mother started speaking in a slow clear voice “The doctors are running a few tests on you. Everything is going to be ok.” Susan was confused and there was a numb pain in the back of her head where she had fallen. Several minutes passed in silence. Finally, a doctor came in and said to Susan’s mother “Your daughter has a brain tumor. We caught it too late and we’ll have to get it out now otherwise she will not survive. However, in her current state she has a low chance of surviving through the operation.” Her parents were shocked, and their faces turned pale white. They whispered something to each other, thought it over and agreed to go through with the operation.

ALExANDER SHI GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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You Are like a Butterfly Spread Your Wings and Fly Life is a journey except it goes on forever; it has no beginning and it has no end. Even though you think you are the only person who has a heart to lend, There are many people who do have a heart and always are open to share it with you, even if you think nothing is going to go your way don’t worry you can be happy to. If you have wings of hope fly like a butterfly because life is a gift and you are the one who gets the first lift and all you will do is just drift and drift. Sometimes life feels like a roller coaster and it has its ups and downs. So carry your wings of hope wherever you go and you will be happy. You have to believe in your wings or else you will stay on your journey alone

TAyLOR GREEN GRADE 5, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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What is hope? Hope, what is hope? Is it something that makes us rich? No, no it is something that we all want. It is a power that gives you a special thought. A thought that you can do anything as long as you, BELIEVE.

AARyAN PATEL GRADE 5, BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled At a young age we are told to never give up. To hope and dream and even if we fail we are told to pick ourselves up and get going again. When we are given the opportunity to perservere and continue on it is easier said than done. You’re meant to push through these challenges and even when you think you can go no more you find the strength to. Sometimes it seems like the end of the world if something goes wrong but it is only the beginning. We have to fail and consider giving up before we understand, one of our most precious gifts, life. Life is a challenge worth fighting for and it is a fight you want to win. We all start as caterpillars. We have many dangers but not many concerns. As we grow older we build a cocoon around us to keep to ourselves and protect us from the world. The day you understand life, is the day you become a butterfly. Things may not be perfect all the time but now you can soar to newer heights than before and reach your dreams. Show the world that you are that butterfly and that nothing is impossible.

MEGHAN MORRISON GRADE 10, ST. MAxIMILIAN KOLBE CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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I’ve got courage I stand here alone hoping that someone would listen to me JUST SOMEONE But still I stand here thinking about all the pain and suffering I’m going through CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? I’m very sick and I’m trying to reach my goal to survive. I need more courage because I know that somewhere in my heart it is trying to tell me that I have hope and courage to go through it all. But when I look ahead I see a little butterfly smiling happily at me, I look once again and that butterfly is ME.

TAyLOR STROBLE-DAVIS GRADE 5, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Sweet Memories. Make a memory, And never let it go, Because in that memory, You’ll be the caterpillar before that butterfly, You’ll be that Sun, Rising before the moon, You’ll be that hope, The hope that started in the caterpillar, The hope that evolved in the darkness, The hope that made you take that picture, The hope that gave you the courage to keep that picture, The hope that made you a butterfly, And finally, the hope that made you, you. Sometimes, hope doesn’t always have to be found in colours. It can be found in your own darkness, The darkness that made the light. Look it up. You’ll find that memory before you fully get lost in your own colours

ROSHAAN HAJIRA GRADE 8, BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Wings of Hope Who has never hoped can never despair, That is the truth, just like we breathe the air, Hope is a bird, That is faster than the word, The word that you say, when you wish someone a good day. All birds grow, Hope does too, you know. All birds sing, Fluttering with their wing. Hope also sings, When a new day begins, A bird wakes up and sings a song, Never-ending hope in your heart is what sings along. One hope greater, The word becomes brighter, One hope less, What a mess! One hope perches in your soul, It warms you up from the cold. Don’t let your hope fly away, Since it knows you want it to stay. So take a wing, And fly along, Since all of us are looking for hope All day long.

VIKTORIA PERETOKINA GRADE 8, WESTMINSTER PUBLIC SCHOOL

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A True Champion My father tells me one thing everyday, that in life you only get a few occasions to exhibit your talent. He says that just like in soccer, during the entire period of the game, the ball comes to a player for a few minutes every time and in that short time he has to give a great show. You’re a true champion if you can do something remarkable when the opportunity comes, because in life you don’t get too many chances. Keeping that in mind, whenever I get a chance I try to do something extraordinary. True champions always have fire in their eyes. They have the zeal to always do something brilliant. They never get sad if anyone makes fun of them, as they are very confident about themselves. Champions are supreme; they are the kings in their fields. They always set examples for others. A champion’s life inspires me a lot; the fire within me increases like a biological amplification when I read stories about their successes. When I am at school, I think of it as a soccer field where at every opportunity you must try to reach a goal. A good soccer player aims at the crossbar of the goal post when he kicks at the ball. Thus, in achieving something you need to fix a target and aim for it. You need to cross all the obstacles that come in your way to reach the goal. You need to look forward in life and not look back to repent on your mistakes. You should consider the mistakes as the pillar of your success.

ANEESHA GHOSH GRADE 9, ST. FRANCIS xAVIER SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Hope for the Children This is the hope that everyone can see, the love that will bring together you and me. From the doctors that try, to the children that cry. They want to be kids to live their dreams, they wonder how it feels to not walk the beams. Thoughts and thoughts, thought over and over look on the bright side and see the pretty clover. Imagine how it feels to not stand right under the thunder. They need hope, hope to help them cope, the hope we can give to help them live. Give them their chance, their chance to prance. Our chance to show, their chance to grow. Soon they will take out their winds and see all the great things. GIVE THEM HOPE

SAMANTHA NICOL GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope I know how hard it is in the hospital. I just want to help you along to ease the pain. I’m Jack. I’m 11 and have asthma. Now, I don’t really know how bad it is to have cancer but I know one thing, it must be very hard living in the hospital with needles and surgery here and there. I know what it is like to be in the hospital; stuck in a room, but think how good it will be when you get out! Soon, you’ll be cancer-free and out living your life, whatever you want to do. But for now, just be calm, your going out very soon.

JACK LOPARCO GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Remorse, Regret, Repentance In my elementary school years, my family moved frequently. Therefore, I was always the new kid and had a hard time making lasting friendships. I jumped from school to school and eventually I landed in a place called Vredenburg. I met a girl there who had an odd nose, slightly large forehead, and soothing blonde hair. I didn’t know if she knew that I was troubled or she was really stubborn, because she insisted on getting to know me. Whenever I did something wrong, she would correct me, not in a supercilious manner, but in a scholarly manner. Whenever I had worries, she would smile only to say “no need to worry, it’ll turn out okay.” Clandestinely, she was always right. Despite her warm character, she was ridiculed for her incongruous nose, but her only come back was a smile. At that time she was in the strings orchestra playing the cello. Since she had a thin figure, the cello often looked bigger than her. If one ever saw the way she carried her ballooned backpack and her oversized cello on her skinny shoulders, one would be obfuscated by feelings of sorrow, envy, and hope.

PETER GENG GRADE 12, SIR JOHN A. MACDONALD COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE

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As time progressed, I had made more friends, and her silhouette slowly absconded from my life. I backed away from her, closed in with the others and took on a path that went astray. Over the delirium of graduation and years of junior high, we had become strangers. I would still see her in the halls with her cello, but I only sat there talking among my friends and watched as she walked by. Her name was Jane Guilar. She had several invasive surgeries around her nose to remove cancerous tumors. Her battle with cancer lasted for about seven years and she passed away in the bleak winter of her grade nine year. Her parents used her cello as the center piece of her funeral. If one ever saw her cello, one would be obfuscated with feelings of sorrow, envy, and hope. But I felt remorse, regret, and repentance.

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The Kite A kite soars in the sky Floating amongst the clouds, There is no pain, There are no worries, All fear is gone. What there is, is the sweet smell of the flowers blown in the wind, A breeze that gently kisses your cheek, The beautiful sound of a singing bird, The glorious blue sky, And clouds that are softer than a baby bunny’s fur, But most of all there is peace, And happiness. The Miracle The rain falls, Striking the ground, Droplets slide off flower petals, One by one splattering to the ground. A slash of lightning shoots across the sky A tree cracks in the distance, The whole sky goes black, The rain echoes, The wind howls, The misery never seems to end. But then a miracle happens, The lightning stops The rain goes away, The wind turns into a light breeze, The sun shines. Nearby a bird sings Children run out at play Everything is peaceful once again.

SARAH HUI GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Help Is On The Way Parents, don’t be scared You need to feel that your child will be ok There will be good news Cherish the time you have with your child Let them know you love them so much For those who have lost a child Just keep their love in your hearts You love your child so much you would do anything Be around them when you can To support them when they need you Also don’t think that it is all your fault It just happened Life is good Let it be how you want it

TRINITy LEGER ST. CLAIR GRADE 4, DAVISVILLE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Step Out Of the Hospital Believe Hope Love Care Live Survive Cancer Hope for the best Be happy your child is still alive Step out of the hospital and smell the fresh air Once you step out, feel the fresh grass Go to the beach Feel the water Go for a swim if possible Feel the sand between your fingers Believe in God He may let the sickness flow away Open your heart and believe Say, “my child is still alive� Remember we all want your child to survive The doctor steps out He says she will survive You will have tears of joy She will run and hug you again with strength Remember you have the freedom to fall into the leaves

ANNA KOTyAROVA GRADE 4, DAVISVILLE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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We love you Close your eyes and believe Remember Believe in God Close your eyes and your dream may come true‌ Step out of the hospital. Believe Hope Love Care Live Survive Cancer

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Hope We hope for happiness, we hope for love it may come in the form of a dove. No matter how bad the illness turns out we have hope that the ending won’t give you a doubt. When it’s all said and done, we’ll know what to say, that God was by my side all of the way.

EMILy HOLMES GRADE 7, OUR LADy OF GOOD COUNSEL CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Don’t weaken your value by comparing yourself to others; It is as we are different because each of us is special. Don’t set your goals because what other human beings consider important. Only you appreciate what is best for yourself. Don’t take the things closest to your heart for granted. Cherish to them as you would do to your life, for without them, life is worthless don’t allow your life to slip and to be wrapped up in your fingers by existing in the past nor for the present. By living in your life one day at a time, You live everyday of your life. Do not give up when you will always have something to give. Nothing is without a doubt over just before the moment you stop trying. It is a fragile strand that binds us to each other. Don’t be scared to encounter an opportunity it is by taking chances that we learn to be confident. Don’t close your life by saying it is hardly possible to find. The quickest method to accept friendship is to give friendship the fastest method to lose your friendship is to grasp it too tightly. In addition, the perfect way to keep your friendship is to give it wings. Do not let go of your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without meaning. Don’t run through your life so fast that you are not able to remember not only where you have been, but as well as where you are going. Life is not a contest, but an adventure to be savoured every step of the way.

MAHIMA THEVARAJAH GRADE 7, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled My word is protection, My smile is perfection, My laughter is affection, I am an addiction – For I am the wings of hope Sometimes in sadness, Sometimes in madness, There will come a time when you’ll need me, Whether with happiness, Whether with joyfulness, I will only come when you seek me. Don’t look down, Don’t drop your crown, Don’t hide your frown, Stay above the ground, Even if you’re scared Or if you feel smallJust stand tall, And don’t be afraid to fall, Because falling again and again Makes getting up easier to gain, But your determination will only make me come along. Your tears of sorrow, Your worries of tomorrow, Your fears still hollow, Will fade once you turn to the east at morrowFor that is where hope resides But don’t take fright At the sight of light, For with rays so bright your heart will shine, So look at the sun, Because your journey has begun, But don’t you worry for you’ll be accompanied by hope. ROSHAAN HAJIRA GRADE 8, BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Sunrise Transformation I woke up this morning to feel Radiant rays of sunlight on my cocoon. Blinding light, beautiful colours. Radiant slivers of the sun’s rays. I am getting ready for my transformation. From something old to something new. Oh how I can’t wait to break free! To see the sun again. It is captivating and warm. Bright and brilliant. It shines light and guides me. It’s almost time! It’s almost time! In my cocoon, I am snug and warm. I feel safe and happy. But I look forward to break free. To feel the sun on my wings, To be with others like me. This is not just a sunrise. It is life. It is time for me to shine. I am free.

RUTH D’SOUzA GRADE 12, PHILIP POCOCK CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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A LONG ROAD… I see a road, a long road Stretching out in the horizon… I look around, But see no one, Am all alone, In this lonely world, with only, One path to choose from… So I walk, And walk, Seconds turning into minutes, Minutes into hours, Hours into days, Days into weeks, Weeks into Months… And so on… – Time never went by so slowly… And still, I walk this endless journey, The horizon seeming no closer, This journey having a beginning, but no end… And I still walk… And all I can do is hope. I want to stop. I just want to stop. But I don’t. Because I know, That when this journey ends, It will be worth it!

ROSHAAN HAJIRA GRADE 8, BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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A Change of Heart Why me I ask myself in vain, Why must I go through all this pain? Don’t see my weakness, I beg of you. Can I go on, I do not know. I am numb and drugged all day through, And suffering with sadness too. Loneliness is filling me. Can my life have more to show? You can still go on, can’t you see? You can be everything you want to be. Leave all your self-pity behind, Think happy thoughts, you won’t feel so low. Turn things around, just change your mind. There are treasures in life you must find. Look in the mirror, deep in your heart, Deep in your eyes, a fire does glow. The best is in you, your life must start. Begin with hope and to others impart, Your knowledge, your wisdom, and your smile. You are strong, this you must know.

LEAH ROGERS GRADE 5, NORTH AGINCOURT JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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A Child Life Wandering Children Found Meanings Hopes and Futures Unwavering Perseverance Battles Braved Nostalgic Memories (reflect) Memories Nostalgic Braved Battles Perseverance Unwavering Futures and Hopes Meanings Found Children Wandering Life

HELEN MA GRADE 6, OAKDALE PARK MIDDLE SCHOOL

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A dreamy day I saw a dream, A dream where I dreamed that I’ll break free one day, A dream where I’ll fly high, In the sky, A dream where I’ll soar with the birds, And sing to the stars. A dream where I can truly be me. On a gloomy day, I see a caterpillar, Crawling in the distance, Tired from its hard work, Heading towards a leaf. When I look back, I see the caterpillar engulfed by darkness, I see it surrounded in its worries, I see it in a cocoon of efforts. I see it sleeping. Time passes, and now, as I look back to that place, I see a dreamy day, and I spot a butterfly, Soaring in the meadow, Its head high with dignity, Its heart filled with compassion, Its wings filled with bliss for every beat, I see the colours that they’re made of, I see the shine on its face, And then I grasp that butterfly, A butterfly called hope.

ROSHAAN HAJIRA GRADE 8, BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Rules of Life There was once a little girl named Emilia. She had brain tumor from when she was two years old. After the doctors found out she was diagnosed, the doctors gave Emilia 10% to live. Emilia went through a lot of hardship, but through this journey, she learned to appreciate life for what it is really worth. Emilia also learned the rules of life. Emilia has now recovered from brain tumor and in her name I wrote down a poem: Life isn’t always fair, You suffer, You’re hurt, But there will always be equivalency. Equivalency will be there for you. Even though, You are hurt, You are suffering, You will get something back, Something you cannot gain. Something you cannot be taught. Something you can only learn through, Experience. “Grasp this opportunity to learn the rules of life for I cannot tell,” this is the phrase that Emilia always tells people who are giving up.

AMy LIU GRADE 5, BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled All my life I have been truly amazed of those with such bravery and strength to get over life’s major bumps in the road. To be able to go through a difficult period of time and come out of it with a head held high and your future dreams flowing, it is truly remarkable. One of these major bumps include Cancer. An awful six letter word that can cause so much pain. Not everyone though, is ready to surrender to Cancer and it is those people that are my role models. You are my idol if you have been able to go through the Cancer process and come out of it positive and ready to change your life. It only takes one word to do this: Belief. If you can believe in your body’s strength and ability than you can achieve the life you want. The pain will decrease immensely and you will begin to change. Not change physically but change emotionally. Your thoughts, your effort and your outlook on life. So please, be strong, be brave and be able to succeed in life. All you need to do is believe.

KIERA MICHAILOFF RUSSELL GRADE 7, ST. ANDREWS JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

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Untitled Always DREAM. Dream of true happiness. Dream of the time you will fly free. Always HOPE. Hope that you’ll make it through. Hope that you’ll accomplish the impossible. Always REACH. Reach a little more. Reach for that light at the end of the tunnel. Always STAND. Stand for what you believe in. Stand when they try to pull you down. Always ACHIEVE. Achieve great heights. Achieve what others believe you can’t. Don’t ever let ANYONE tell you can’t do something. Because we CAN dream. We CAN hope. We CAN reach. We CAN stand. We CAN achieve.

BRITTANy yAP GRADE 11, RICHMOND GREEN SECONDARy SCHOOL

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My Message for Success in Life Life is not a privilege that you have; it is a gift from God. I say people who have a joyful life do not use it for their benefit. The ones who do not have life are willing and hoping to use it in a beneficial way. These are some words or quotes that I believe in and I think you should too. I am able. I can turn the impossible into the possible. We must love all. Believe in yourself. Set a goal to succeed in life. Take responsibility for yourself and dear ones. Learn for yourself. Believe in God and God will believe in you. Do your best in anything you do. Have courage in yourself and others. Fear will take over you unless you take over it. According to these quotes, you only get one life so do not lose it and I hope you succeed and have triumph in everyone and most and only yourself.

PRIT PATEL GRADE 8, SMITHFIELD MIDDLE SCHOOL

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Butterfly Hayley stretched her hands up into the air. She stretched them so high that she was on her very tip toes. She let the wind blow through her golden hair as she closed her eyes tightly and saw herself soaring through the air. She could almost feel the wings fluttering. She pictured them as great big wings with bright purples and blues that shined in the sunlight. Hayley opened her eyes. She was standing on a tall rock in her grandmas’ garden on a warm fall day. “Hayley, darling, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Grandma asked. “Grandma, I told you this a gazillion times!” Hayley exclaimed, “I want to be a beautiful butterfly.” Hayley began to run around the yard flapping her arms as her wings. “Well isn’t that just wonderful.” Hayley’s grandmother said in agreement. She was thinking something different. Her beautiful young granddaughter of just 4 years old had a big dream and Grandma was worried that finding out that she couldn’t achieve her dream would just make her so upset. Grandma thought there must be some way for Hayley to be able to achieve her dream. Finally she thought of something, and that night she bought two tickets to the ballet.

HAyLEy GABURA GRADE 12, SILVERTHORN COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE

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The next day Grandma dressed Hayley in her prettiest dress and put her golden hair into a beautiful bun and they were on their way. “Grandma, where are we going?” “Good things come to those who wait Hayley. You will know soon enough.” Before Hayley knew it, they were in their seats watching the ballet. Hayley was on the edge of her seat as the beautiful ballerinas were gliding across the stage. They were wearing fabrics of brilliant colours that flowed around them as they moved. They were real life butterflies Hayley thought. The most beautiful butterflies Hayley had ever seen. She was amazed by their dancing. “Grandma,” Hayley whispered, “I want to be just like them when I grow up.”

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Click Clack Click Clack In my ear Click Clack That’s all I hear This haunting sound Engraved in my brain Following me around For days unnamed Arms so sore Sides that are discolored Wishing for no more Still many more days would follow Click Clack Tedious repetitions Click Clack No more participation After many weeks The time did come To remove the cast that made me weak My time was finally done

JUNE POTTINGER GRADE 12, WOODBRIDGE COLLEGE

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I was glad to be free Of the click clack Nothing to bind me Or make me feel held back I had a new outlook From being in that cast I wrote a new page in my book To enjoy what I have when it lasts So when life takes an unexpected turn It’s always an experience to learn No matter how bleak a situation may be There’s always a light to be seen

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Complete The bell rings. Everyone files out of the classroom. I reach over to collect my books, and suddenly, I am breathless. I collapse to the floor. I get back up, disconcerted. When I get home, I tell my parents. It is nothing, they say. The next day, I feel tired and weak. It is nothing, they say. The third day, I find it hard to write or walk, because my fingers and knees hurt. My parents take me to the doctor. It is nothing, they say. They run tests anyway. For the next week, everything is a blur. They hook me up to various machines. My tests come back. It is no longer nothing.

I peer out the window, pressing my cheek to the glass while I ponder. The serene picture outside cannot contradict any more with my own tumultuous thoughts. I feel lost and confused. Everything goes by too fast. Every week, I visit the doctor for treatment. Each day, I reassure myself that I will be fine, that soon, I will be back to a normal life in the loving arms of my family and friends. I envision the perfect dream I am to live in. I watch sunsets and I count clouds. I endure. –x–

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yANING TAN GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Everything is routine now. I am no longer lost. Everyone says I am improving. Should I believe them? What if I don’t fit in when I try to begin a “normal” life? But I convince myself to listen. I am glad I do. My worries get quieter and quieter as I complete the last stages of my treatment. Soon, I will be free! –x–

I am new. Changed. Reborn. I am not the same person I was two years ago, although I still watch sunsets. Just like metamorphosis in a butterfly, you can say. Indeed, I feel as free and light as one. Now I can float up into the air and finally create the dream I’ve always wanted, alongside the dreams of countless others who have fought the same battle as me.

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Untitled Dear Children, You have a lot of courage. Going through something like this is hard, I know from experience. I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes eight months ago, and I’m still terrified that something might happen, and the next thing I know I’m lying in a hospital bed. I cried for three days after I was diagnosed, I didn’t know what diabetes was, if it could kill me, and if I would ever be the same person again. It was scary not knowing anything about this disease, I bet you can relate, and you’ve probably shed your fair amount of tears as well. Cancer can be scary too, you just have to push past all that fear and learn how to deal with it. Cancer or anything else should not be able to control you. Sometimes you might feel like there is nothing you can do about it and that it is taking over you, but it’s not. No matter what anyone says, you are stronger than cancer. You can beat it! All you have to do is believe in yourself and have hope that one day you’ll defeat this cancer and you’ll be free, nothing can ever hold you back again! So spread your wings and beat that cancer! Have HOPE!

HALLE STASyNA GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Fear No More Time may get tough, And the journey may get rough. Although you may be afraid, Never let your hope fade. Look above to the sky, Look way up high. And there you will find, Through the clouds in the sky That you can grab onto the wings Of angels that sing. The peace of the moment will help you leave behind All the problems and fears that travel through the mind. So find the faith to believe in yourself, Find faith in to believe in others, Find the faith to know that you are part of a larger plan. The journey you are on will lead your mind and your soul to a place Where your body and your spirit can find peace and fear no more.

CHRISTINA SALITURO GRADE 12, PHILIP POCOCK CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Concrete Comrade A raindrop falling gently, Neither seen nor heard, A gift from heaven above, Sent on the mighty wings of a bird. Landing on the cold pavement, Not a second too soon, Shining on the concrete, In the mere elegance of the moon. A little princess watches, From the corner of the glass, Little does she know, Her concrete angel arrives, alas! A gift of divinity, Sent from God above, Her guardian angel, Sent to guard, protect, love.

In her troubles and worries, She would fear no harm, For her soldier in shining armour, Would carry her in one arm. He wiped away her tears, He photographed her smiles, He loved her with a passion, That could be felt for miles. When the road was long, With twists on the way, He would support her, Until her very final day. Her troubles swept in, Riding a mighty wave, Despite her fear and worries, She stood strong and brave.

Like a never leaving shadow, there by her side, As strong as concrete, Never a reason for her to hide.

She withstood the pain, Held it in with a smile, Holding her guardian angel’s hand, Not a complaint all the while.

Her hair ever so golden, In the warm light of her face. Her eyes a desperate blue, In need of a friendly embrace.

The doctors would visit, Many a day, They had little hope, “She won’t make it” they would say.

MIRRIAM MIKHAIL GRADE 11, ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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She faced her struggle, With a head strong fight, She might survive, Oh yes, Yes she might! Her angel stood by her, Day and night, He was her glorious power, With whom she bravely fought her fight. When the road was over, And victory had been found, She turned to thank her angel, But he left without a sound. She would always ponder, About her friend, Her saviour, her valor, Her faith that wouldn’t bend. She looked up to the sky, Searching for her a name, She thought she saw his face, But there was one word, all the same.

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Untitled Dear friend I have not yet met, Have you ever felt forgotten or that no one cares? Or have you ever felt not wanted or alone in this world? Well every once in awhile I feel all of these things. Just to let you know, it’s okay if you go to a bedroom or a quiet place and cry. I’ve done that so many times. But later on you’ve just got to put everything behind you and move on in life. You might have to go back to that quiet place often, when troubles come. Have you ever faced really big decisions? I’ve had that happen before too. When all these questions come you’ll just have to keep going. I just want you to know that I care for you and I understand all your troubles. Thanks for listening to my advice!!!! Your Friend, Sarah Mitton!!!!

SARAH MITTON GRADE 5, CHURCHILL HEIGHTS PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Chemotherapy As I sit in the bed My mother’s touching my bald head I wonder as I remember the day the doctors told me I’d have to stay, and take the drugs that kill the inside of me for I am longing to be free My sister would wash my hair but how I dreaded it so dear for when I washed my lovely hair clumps of it would disappear, where it went I do not know but in the winter my head got cold Chemo’s done and now I’m gone back to my normal life; with no hospital games and no chemo these days I’m free like I like to be

HILARy WILLIAMS GRADE 9, ST.KEVIN’S JUNIOR HIGH

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Untitled Dear child with broken wings, I know I may never truly understand your pain, All I know is that you are suffering, But keep on living, And keep on trying, Because there are people out there who care about you, Who love you, Who would cry their whole heart out for you, You are the world to someone, They will even die for you, Their world shatters when you are not here. So you must keep living for them, And you must keep smiling for them. Because the day you cry your last drop, so will they. The day you smile your last smile, so will they. So keep fighting the enemy, Even though it might be hard, But if you keep trying, One day you will triumph. In a fairy tale, The hero never gives up, No matter what hardship they have to face, Or what pain they have to endure, That’s how they get their happily ever after.

AMy LI GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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So try your hardest, And never give up, So one day, you can achieve your own happily ever after. Look out your window, The world is there waiting for you to explore, So use your own strength and stand up on your own feet, So you can discover the wonders of this world. Even though right now you may be stuck in a world with a never ending winter, But spring will come soon with a miracle. So dear child, Keep on living, And keep on smiling, Because the day you lose your smile, someone else will too‌

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Storm The boy stood in the clearing, enjoying the sun beating down on his chest, the birds chirping a sweet melody that touched the ears and soothed the mind. He sat down on the grass, admiring the beauty that came with nature, and breathing in the fresh air. Looking into the skies, he saw the fluffy clouds float by and meditated in nature. It was one of the things he most enjoyed in life. Then, the day turned for the worse. A storm was brewing; the white fluffy clouds replaced by black ones that instantly screamed to the boy, misery. The rain started to pour, and the leaves rustled to the impact of the raindrops. The boy continued to sit on the grass, waiting for the storm to clear so that he could enjoy himself again. But still the rain poured. A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Shivering in the cold and rain, the boy remained on the grass. He could sense the storm’s intentions, trying to make him as miserable as possible. A tornado formed in the distance, the winds uprooting trees and the rain turning the ground around him to mud. The boy closed his eyes, willing the storm to disappear. He tried to show to the storm that he was not bothered by him. The storm lasted for hours, and just as the storm had reached its peak, it realized that the boy was not deterred. The sun came out, and the boy was free to bask in nature’s glory once again. Life’s struggles are like a storm. They bring around a time of stress, exhaustion and pain. But like a storm, they are always temporary. A person will sometimes be battered and bruised through an illness. Fight through it, and one will be able to enjoy a sunny day once again.

TIMOTHy CHEUNG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Fly High In the Sky Fly high in the sky and hold your head up high. Touch clouds and make a path. Make a goal and believe in yourself. Be brave, be strong and soon you will see the sun. Make a path that will lead you through. Soon you will be with all the butterflies; take wings and fly. Be fearless; take a step. Say bye to yesterday, hi to tomorrow. Go down the path of hope. Find the courage, strength, and the joy of life. See doves flying high up in the sky. Soon the time will be here. Let everything bothering you get out of your way. HOPE!

LU xU GRADE 6, BAyVIEW MIDDLE SCHOOL

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Untitled I talked to him the other day and thought that he was strong. I remember how he asked for my hand to show me lands filled with warmth and no wrong. But he was weak and frail as a butterfly would be. What did he ever imagine a small thing could be? But that’s just it, an imagination. For he could not be real, no that man was nothing but a lie living inside of me. How would he take me to that land with wings not fit to hold up a man? I gave up thinking that he was strong, and believed that soon he would be gone. But no! He did not want to leave-that small, small thing inside of me. And I realized he proved me wrong, I proved myself wrong everyday I asked God to be more strong. If I wanted to be a butterfly than I could. Surrounded by the angels to help me that would. But how are they angels? I asked him twice. He said, cause angels are butterflies too, the only difference is that they’re not the same kind of special as you. You were an angel to begin with, but as life would have it, you are one that heals one’s heart- they are here to heal your soul. But don’t take it from me, said that man, “for I only point at an angel when I see one, understand?”. So if you believe in hard enough, these angels that you have, they will never leave you, not even when you’re drab. Look at the angels all around you, I know they have no wings, but they will not fly without you… cause you are here to bring their Spring. For there were butterflies like him, without the broken wings, they helped him stay strong to

KRySTAL RUPLALL GRADE 12, ST. FRANCIS xAVIER CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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believe. So He never went, but only bloomed. That man inside me left the cocoon. The broken wings I had could fly, I could soar, no wait.. did I say I could touch the sky? I was flying in the air, not knowing how I got there. And I realized that they had helped me and stayed right by me. That tree that held me up, the seasons that changed my colours, the cocoon that protected me from the harsh weather. In their nurture did I grow, in their nurture did I see, in their nurture did I know that the man inside of me was as big and beautiful as any butterfly could ever be.

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Clip! Clap! Clop! When the skies would grow dark and cloudy, that was the sound I remember hearing most. A young boy, the steady rhythm fascinated me. It was as if a fisherman’s hook would latch onto my heart and draw me in, though I knew no man in his right mind could ever fish in such weather. Even so, I would obey its haunting call and sit by the windowsill, staring through the darkness at nothing in particular. Silhouettes of trees danced elegantly in the distance, but surely that was an optimistic thought. The only freewill that existed was the breath of the wind, no other. Of course I paid no attention to such petty details, as it was the rain’s song that rang loudest in my mind. Each passing raindrop fell in sync with my heartbeat, and though each was visible for only a second before it disappeared forever, there was a definite sparkle of beauty about them. A presence of magic whose light reflected solely in my eyes before crashing finitely against the glass. With each clip, clap, clop, I thought: another moment gone. Another opportunity lost. Time and time again, I opened my hand wide as if to grab another, but the shining tears always shattered beyond my grasp. How I wished I could have saved each and every drop, but to reach beyond the glass; my hand simply could not. So I was fated to sit and watch the seconds passed with every splash, wondering – or rather wishing – that time could stop.

ADRIANO PASQUALI GRADE 12, PHILIP POCOCK CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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“Like this, dear” my mother walked over, unlatched the lock and pushed the window open. With a smile, she took my hand warmly and opened it like an arc to the heavens. “Nothing will ever change if you don’t change yourself. Inside your shell, the world will always seem so far away. Only when you open up can you reach what lies beyond.” Clip! Clap! Clop! The rain splashed across my palm; my fingers finally shimmering with the coveted magic. I stared down at the growing puddle, astounded yet detached from what it all meant. Sensing my confusion, my mother took my hand in hers and closed it tightly, locking the magic away deep in my fist. “Sweetheart, do not be afraid to open the window. Sometimes life’s treasures exist only for an instant, so never be content with watching them pass you by. Catch the raindrops. Catch them, and hold them dear to your heart. Know that there, in that moment, your dreams are timeless.”

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Hope, The Stubborn Militant Hope leaps forth from a desperate spring and scatters over a withering mind Hope blooms in a petulant season Despite the darkness Which hovers behind Hope flickers, and ignites a spirit fragile and struggling, persistent and proud Hope is that which keeps us from collapsing it is a soft cushion on which to fall‌ Hope is the dawn, leading the way Stopping to kiss the brand new day Pausing to caress aging scars reminiscing the vanished stars ‌ Hope is the stubborn militant Defying ruthless reality Forever unwilling to surrender to defeat, Wings Of Hope The Story of how a doctor saved my life

ANNINA WANG, GRADE 11 SIR JOHN A. MACDONALD COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE

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I was born on August 17 1998. About 7 years from then I started getting pain in my throat. After a week I started getting more pain and I was coughing out blood. So then my parents took me to the doctors after we discovered that I had tonsil problems and that I needed surgery as soon as possible. For one week I could not digest anything, I could only digest liquids. So then after a week my parents took me to the hospital to get my surgery it took about 4 hours for the doctors to finish the surgery. For about a month I couldn’t have fun like before. After I got my surgery I couldn’t stop coughing out blood it just wouldn’t stop. I got really angry at myself because I couldn’t do anything fun. So then I started thinking of the other kids around the world that are suffering from diseases and they have a chance of dying from that certain disease some people have. I learned that I am not the only person that got a surgery, and there are a lot of others that suffer the same as me. I discovered that all hearts and pain is the same as others. Wings of Hope is a great book for making people notice that there are many kids and adults that have cancer or some disease that can harm their body, I am writing to Wings of Hope of because I want to help them raise money for cancer because too many people are dying from cancer and I want to stop that because around the world, around 2000 or more humans have died because of this dangerous disease.

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HOPE FOR LIFE Hope for light, when times are dark Open up the happiness within Pray to God to give you mercy Even when you’re hurt, you smile Forgiving the people who hurt you in the past Owning all within your heart Remembering the good times that you’ve had Life is precious, you’ll fight to keep it In the dark, you always find light Forever will you’re soul remain Every life on Earth is precious

Dedicated to James Dinneen, and everyone else who battled cancer December 20, 1971- October 28, 2003 This poem is dedicated to my father, James Dinneen, who was struck with cancer on December 9th, 2002. While he was waiting in the hospital, James was very hopeful. He was happy, and hoped for the best. Even while he was in pain, and fighting Acute Myeloid Leukemia, he still kept his true self in touch with his family. James indeed found light when everything was dark. He would recite the good times that we had had together. I was only four years old when he was struck, but I still remember how hopeful he was. He was soon telling us that we would be okay without him, and that I was to become a smart man like him. Soon, we were tested of what he said that day, when he lost his one year battle. But he still fought as hard as he could, talking every chance he could. I am writing this now because I wanted to say that this is what everyone should do. Everyone that is battling the hardest battle they ever had to. Nothing like the fist fight you had in high school. Nothing like the fights you had with your sister when you pulled out her hair. You know that times are down and dark, so do the best you can to end your battle with you winning. Life is precious, hold on to it.

RyLAND DINNEEN GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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I See You I will use my voice to help me speak up… When I am not loud enough I will use my courage to make me brave… When I am feeling weak I will use my eyes to help me see… When I am lost I will use my wings… To help me fly Until I reach heaven Until I’m flying with His butterflies I see their beauty through my eyes I hear their voice through my ears I feel their courage through my heart

RACHEL SEQUEIRA GRADE 9, THERESA OF LISIEUx CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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In the trail of sparkling wings Their FAITH Their LOVE Their HOPE Follow Behind The butterflies flap their beautiful wings And blow Strength onto the earth Peace into the sky Love into our hearts All these things go through my head When I see a butterfly Her wings sparkling through the sky She lands on my shoulder, Whispers in my ear I see you… The way you see me

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Untitled Hope is something you can live on. Hope is love, hope is passion. Hope is life. You can live on hope.

LUCAS DI IORIO GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope What do you think is hope? Is it a yearning for a better day? Or is hope a radiant light, Leading you to your dreams, making everything seem okay. Perhaps hope is the voice, Tugging at your mind, Telling you not to give up, And leave your doubts behind. Sometimes life is tough And you just feel like letting go, Hope is what keeps you fighting, Commanding you never to say “NO!� For those that do not believe in hope, I really suggest you start, For hope is an inner strength, That guides your beating heart. Now you know what hope is, That is what I say, As long as you have hope, You will have a brighter future, a better day!!!

EMILy KUANG GRADE 7, zION HEIGHTS JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

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FINDING WINGS Falling… into nothing. Pitch black, cold, and alone. No way out, no way away, no escape. Barren, dry silence, except for the sound of panic. An Undetermined Destiny. I’m lost. Hopeless. No where to be rescued. I’m trapped. Still falling… deeper into darkness. Then it hits, a blinding force. Unidentifiable. Unknown. Strange. Foreign. No longer falling, struggling, opposed. Soaring, floating away. I have wings. And I’m filled… with light. It’s different now. Flying, fluttering, across the horizon. Filled with new hope. I can do what I want. I can change the world. I can do anything… flying on my wings of hope

MARGARET HO GRADE 9, ST. MAxIMILIAN KOLBE CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Hope. It is always around us but we sometimes forget And look past it. It flutters around you And me Like moths around light. It flutters around everyone, just outside of reach. We often think we can’t reach it So we keep thinking that we can’t. until one day, Someone Anyone brave enough Willing enough To reach up through doubt through fear and catch And touch Hope in their hands And hold onto it. Reach up and touch Hope, And never let go.

STEPHANIE LEE GRADE 8, HOLLyCREST MIDDLE SCHOOL

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My Happy Place Imagine you are in a place, where everything around you seems to be just peaceful, and relaxing. All your stress and tension seem to just drift away. The atmosphere around you just makes your heart want to melt. This is My Happy Place. My happy place is a place that only I can lay my eyes on. My happy place is like nothing you could ever imagine. The smell and comfort, of the newly fresh cut green grass. The leaves, that trickle down when they fall off the trees. The fresh warm breeze of the wind. That beautiful sound of the waterfall that relaxes me from head to toe. Not to mention, the rainbow that shot across the whole valley with its bright colours. You’d be shocked, and blind with amazement. It is as if I am on top of the world. It is not only me in my happy place, it wouldn’t be so happy if I had to be there by myself. In my happy place, I share it with my best friends, my favourite band, and my role model. In my happy place there are my best friends, Justine, Anisah, Issabella, and Pavan. My favourite band Paramore and it wouldn’t be complete without my favourite singer, Hailey Williams. There’s music and peace everywhere.

NADIA OSMAN GRADE 7, CASTLEMORE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Sometimes your happy place doesn’t have to be imaginary. In reality, I also do things that are peaceful and relaxing to me. For example, in my spare time I like to sing in my bedroom, that is a place where no one can bother me and I am free. Sometimes at night I like to turn on my night light and start to read, just because I feel like it. And I constantly like to listen to my iPod while I’m sleeping, because music is who I am, and any type of music I like would relax me. Music could take my breath away. No one can take me away from my music. Your happy place could be anywhere, anytime, and anyplace. No matter where you are, your happy place will always be there with you, it will always be there for you. In reality, or your imagination, share your journey with others, or it could be your little secret. But remember, it’s YOUR Happy Place.

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HOPE What is hope? Why is it here? It sounds like four letters to me. One syllable. How much can one word do? Well, yes, I suppose that it did help Jolly take in that her mom had a brain tumor, and might not make it through. And, yeah, I guess it did keep Dan’s spirits up when he was diagnosed with Leukemia. It even helped Erica through her long hospitalization and her wait to get her leg removed. In that case, there are many different kinds of hopes. Hopes for a brighter future. Hopes from yesterday, hopes for today. And hopes for every other minute in between. I reckon you could say that hope was a thin tightrope that led you across you to better times and away from losing faith. Thin enough so that sometimes you would fall, but sturdy enough so that you would always have something to cling on to through turbulent times. So maybe hope is more than just one syllable. Yes, hope may be just four letters, but those four letters stand for a feeling so strong, no other words can describe it.

MARIEL LEPRA GRADE 7, WEST HUMBER JUNIOR MIDDLE SCHOOL

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Tears Tears of joy, Tears of sorrow, Tears of a young boy, Tears of the leaders of tomorrow. Tears of joy put a smile on one’s face, Celebrating one’s victories with grace, Tears of sorrow mourn one’s defeat, Mourning the times of loss when one faces the heat. Tears of a young boy who wants his toys and fun, One who will grow up and strive to touch the sun, Tears of the leaders of tomorrow who work to win, Those who realize that giving up is the biggest sin. The skies cry with them all, The rivers flow strong, Celebrating their rise and mourning their fall, With the tears of the righteous and wrong.

ARNAV AGARWAL GRADE 11, FATHER MICHAEL GOETz SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Untitled I sat on the edge of my dock, the sun reflecting off the lake, but I couldn’t squint. I couldn’t miss a second of the real beauty I had in front of me. Not an airbrushed model or a fake palm tree, I had the real thing. It made me smile. I smiled the widest I had in all my life, and the longest. It hurt, but I wouldn’t stop. The wind whistled through my ears, I threw my head back, and a single tear fell down my cheek. A tear of pure joy, love and realisation that anything can happen to those who have joy and give love.

SOPHIE MANSFIELD GRADE 8, BESSBOROUGH DRIVE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope Soars Hope soars when building a sand castle on a sunny beach. Hope soars when chasing a butterfly that is just out of reach. Hope soars when running through a sprinkler on a hot day. Hope soars when swimming in a beautiful bay. Hope soars when leaves turn colour and begin to fall. Hope soars when teams form to play football. Hope soars when apples ripen and maple syrup starts to flow. Hope soars when cold winds begin to blow. Hope soars when snowflakes start to fall from the sky. Hope soars when on a cold night laughing children on toboggans ride by. Hope soars when friends build a snowman out of wet, sticky snow. Hope soars when Christmas lights begin to glow. Hope soars when the sun stays out a little longer. Hope soars when soccer teams practice and get stronger. Hope soars when spring flowers pop from the ground. Hope soars when school ends and we are summer bound.

TAITE HOPKINS GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Just Like a Butterfly

Wishing and Dreaming

You are just like a butterfly You can fly as high as you can Around the world some better place With the hope of your family That brings you great joy You know in your little heart That soon you will get away from the pain Have your little happy life With the people you love

You have a wish You have a dream Dream it and wish it Some day it will happen With your hope of every day All you will find is happiness

DAPHNÉ-LyNN LEBLANC GRADE 9, ECOLE SECONDAIRE L’OREE DES BOIS

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Keep the Faith Oh! Those needles! How painful they are! Every ounce of blood I lose, Is every ounce of blood I get. But someday, some time I will get out of here My mother is grieving My father is stressed The doctor was surprised That I made it this far The kids come and go Sometimes alive Sometimes dead One said, “Hey, you gotta keep the faith.” I watch as a doctor tell the news The momma’s angry and confused And daddy is stricken with grief She is going to die within days If only a miracle will come and amaze I will never back down Not now, not ever But, as I close my eyes for the day I hear myself whispering, “You gotta keep the faith.”

AVA BAzzAz GRADE 8, GLENVIEW SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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LIVE BY THE DAY. Today I’m angry at yesterday, Today I can’t wait for tomorrow. From today I just want to get away, And yesterday was just full of sorrow. There’s nothing I can say for tomorrow. Why am I angry at yesterday? Why can’t I wait for tomorrow? Why do I want to get away from today? And why was yesterday filled with sorrow? There’s always something to say about tomorrow. Yesterday, I was almost at the top, But then I made a mistake. Tomorrow, I’m not going to stop, Because tomorrow I get a retake. Today, there’s always something non-stop, To me, nothings seeming like a piece of cake. But isn’t yesterday “yesterday’s news”? Doesn’t it count as the past? And tomorrow is something that doesn’t exist, It’s something that we can never look at.

ROSHAAN HAJIRA GRADE 8, BLISS CARMAN SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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But here’s what I can say for today: Today is a day that’s eternal, A day that’ll last forever. Today is yesterday’s tomorrow, Today is tomorrow’s yesterday, Today is today. Don’t care about yesterday, Don’t care about tomorrow, Always care about today, Live this day – today – to the fullest, All of us, together, we can all gather the joyous moments, The moments that we lived, live and will live, today. Today is the tomorrow that we thought was yesterday. Inspired by the saying: “Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.”

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Does This Sound Like You? “I feel depressed. I want to be happy, but no matter what I do, I can’t achieve it. I feel useless, like I’m a burden to everyone. I have a disease and I’m stuck at the hospital. I want my family to stop worrying. I’m losing my self-esteem and feel like I’ll never heal. I want to… give up now…” Have most of these thoughts ever come to mind? If they don’t, then stop reading now. Anyway, I’m here to help you feel better about yourself if the above paragraph describes you. What disease do you currently have? I have heard of incurable ones, but if you are reading this, then you most likely won’t have any. I know how much you wished you never had a disease. But not a lot of people are that lucky. Life is never fair for anyone. I’m sure that if you pull through, you’ll get the good side of karma. Not everyone believes in karma, if you don’t, what I’m trying to say is this. Pretend that the fairness level for you right now is -3. If you hope, that level will become +5. If you don’t then you didn’t get enough of the miracle everyone calls life. So, did I change your mind yet? I hope I did by now. If not, keep reading and I will provide more examples. A person shouldn’t let a disease stop them and cause them to think it’s over; IT’S NOT. Think about this, people with obesity can’t control themselves, but if they get help, they will get better. It’s their choice. Doctors can be smarter than you think! All you have to do is put your faith and trust on the people like doctors that care about you. I’m sure you will live a great and happy life if you just believe. Just believe; that’s the best option now. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Anyway, good luck! Don’t let me and your family and friends down! Music – Lean On Me by Bill Withers and When You Believe by Mariah Carey. Listen to while reading if possible.

SHUHAO SUN GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope Acrostic H ope is the key to survival O n a star lays the key – hope can help you reach it. P eople that have hope will never give up, even when they feel alone. E veryone should have hope to make the world a better place.

THUMITH VITTANACHCHI GRADE 3, QUEEN VICTORIA PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Peaceful Love I love the cooling wind. When can I escape this place so I can smell the fresh bloomed roses in the grass? Oh how I wish I was there. I love the sound of bluebirds chirping and the colorful butterflies flapping its brand new wings. I hope I can escape this darkness? Finally I’m here. The beautiful blue sky meets my eyes and I say to myself “Oh, I love it!” The bright yellow sun shines on my face. The wind brushes through my hair. I wipe a tear of happiness from my cheek. “ I knew I’d make it” I say.

NAVDHA ANIL GRADE 5, BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Time’s Toll Flowing away, As an everlasting stream, Throughout the year; December, October, June or May, Every moment brings with it the opportunity to fulfill a dream. May’s buds bring new joy, Blooming away with grace, The streets return to their entertaining splendor, filled with youthful girls and boys, And fun and bonding embrace. Buds grow to flowers as time passes by, As summer spreads its wings over all, Children play till dusk from the time the sun lights the sky, With sighs do they welcome beautiful fall. The leaves of autumn fall everywhere, Leaves of red, yellow and green, Excited are all for the end-of-the-season nightmare and scare, On the famous night of Halloween. Leaves give way to snow, Along with it arrives the Christmas season, Bringing together friend and foe, With a jolly good reason. The buds of beautiful spring, the flowers of summer’s lights, The leaves of fall and the snowy joys of winter’s nights, Moments, precious as gold, will not last, On tomorrow’s horizon will they lie as the past.

ARNAV AGARWAL GRADE 11, FATHER MICHAEL GOETz SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Sammy March 5th

March 18th

Life sucks because I have cancer. I found out yesterday when I went to the doctor’s because of the lump on my leg. He scanned me and once he told me the results, my life fell apart.

“Go play with your friends, Chris.”

CLARABELLE LEE GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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My mom always makes these comments in hopes of cheering me up. I ignore her and continue to stare at my school photos. I was the star athlete at my school; I had a life ahead of me. Now, it’s all gone because of a stupid lump. I would’ve been offered scholarships and medals, but all I have lined up in the future is death.

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May 2nd My mom brought me to this clinic that helps improve your outlook on life while having a disease. Nobody understands that I’ve lost everything. I put all 15 years of my life towards sports, now it has slipped away from my grasp. While looking for something to do in the clinic, I saw a little girl sitting on her wheelchair smiling. Her legs were in casts; she looked as if she was only 7. She smiled and waved at me. “Hi, my name is Sammy! Isn’t life just fantastic? My mommy just bought me these pink ‘jammies!” She squealed.

Her face was filled with joy. She wheeled herself towards me. As if I could read her mind, I kneeled down and gave her a hug. Crying, I knew that she changed my life and gave me insight on the decisions I should make in the few years I have left. As I was about to leave, I turned around and looked at her. “Sammy?” “Yes?” “Thanks for everything.” She smiled.

I looked at her with confusion. How can a girl be so happy when she can’t walk? She looked at me with understanding. “I know I can’t walk; mommy says I will only live for two more years until I meet the Father, but I can help other people while I’m here. She said I am an angel of God and God wants me back home.”

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Untitled Summers spring eternal breeze, Sunshine sparkles upon the seas, Small white clouds upon the sky, All the birds go flying high. Flowers are upon the hills, Fish are breathing with their gills. Animals find a gorgeous new home, Every animal gets ready to roam. On the beach, the tide grows tall, On the fields, the raindrops fall. A mother bird feeds her chick, because she is still sick, and all her family heard, That the baby chick will be cured.

JORNAEL DE GUzMAN GRADE 5, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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In your eyes In your eyes I am worthy, a solid object in space. In your eyes I am wondrous beyond words; I am completely fulfilled within myself. In your eyes I am stronger than a thousand armies; I can combat the most gruesome creatures and still return with a won battle and no bruises in sight. In your eyes I am exquisite beyond measure, more precious than pearls buried under the sea. In your eyes I am as fierce as a lion, my determination shall astound for I knew not I had it within me. In your eyes I am as radiant as the sunset, and as gleaming when the moon rises. In your eyes I am beyond this universe; I am the greatest being through mankind’s race of glory. In your eyes I am miraculous, I can achieve grave deeds with no struggle or sweat on my brow. In your eyes I see my soul’s reflection, and the soul never does lie.

LISA D’SOUzA GRADE 11, ST. MARTIN SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Such a Beautiful Sight The sun is shining, the grass full of mist. The rain was pouring, now a rainbow is amiss. A rabbit is hopping, first sign of spring life. A butterfly flies by, coloured brilliant blue and white. A deer is creeping, towards a field, of daisies and posies and daffodils. Now children are laughing, the baby is crying. The mother is humming, A moth is flying. How happy a picture, a family at lunch. A picnic in a field, of daisies and posies, and daffodils. The deer prances by. kids watch with wide eyed delight, as the rabbit comes too, nose wrinkling, eyes bright.

RACHEL (DANNI) SHANG GRADE 7, UNIVERSITy OF TORONTO SCHOOLS

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The butterfly flutters through, a big hawthorn bush. More follow through, red, yellow, blue. And in this beautiful picture, such a very pretty sight; A tiny moth flies by. The sun is shining, the baby stops crying, Such a beautiful world. Such a beautiful sight.

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Untitled The bluebird that lived in a nest on our maple tree was beautiful and shy, like all birds. The bluebird was mistreated and untrustworthy. The bluebird began to grow and sooner than later he even began to lose faith in himself and thought how useless he was to his family, and how life could have been easier for everyone without him. Time began to pass and the bluebirds mind was made up, he was useless to anyone. There is a time when the bird have to fly away from the nest and that time came and went by his brothers and sisters were all gone and he was left alone in the nest, waiting for winter to come and kill him. The bluebird thought of what he is going to miss: the blue sky, the beautiful scent of the flowers and the busy bugs at work. Then he thought of how gracefully his brothers and sisters flew and then he thought of himself how he was meant to fly. He was created to fly, his wings were meant to keep him in the air. “Why not fly,� he asked himself and vowed that he would at least try to fly before he gives up and in fact he promised that he would fly. The bluebird got up from his nest grabbed his courage, and without looking down he soared into the evening sky, leaving his past and taking his hope, courage and love with him.

ANDREA BADRI GRADE 7, GUILDWOOD VILLAGE MONTESSORI SCHOOL

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That Last Tear I stood at the door for Diana and mom. I packed my lunch and waited. Diana would always tell me something that happened at school, but the news I heard today wasn’t the news I wanted‌ As we stopped near the hospital, I started to feel a never ending sorrow. As the doctors told me that my sister had cancer, I ran to her room. My mom stopped me. I struggled to get out of her arms as she told me everything was going to be okay. I cried tears until my sweater was wet. After that last tear fell down my cheek on to the floor it felt like time stopped because I realized everything is going to be okay since she was strong. And you can be too.

MINDy HUyNH GRADE 6, OAKDALE PARK MIDDLE SCHOOL

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The Breeze Of Dreams I can see the light in the distance, At the opposite end of a sparkling ocean, That I don’t know if I can cross. But the charismatic visual replenishes my eyes, Which inspires me to keep going. The light is far away, But I know I can get to it. I suddenly feel an irresistible flash of courage, And I dip my feet into the shoreline. Then a beautiful dove picks me up, And we soar over the glistening ocean. My mind flew with it, and my heart gently floated behind. But the way the dove flew; With plenty of love and bravery behind those wings, I felt as if it was spreading onto me. As if an unstable umbrella was caught in my hands, I flew away with the gentle breeze. And from a distance, I can see a place where flocks of butterflies roam under the sunset. I immediately feel mixed feelings, Like a flower is blooming in my heart, or as if honey is coating my mind. With every flap of the dove’s wings, I can see some yearning, some love, some determination, and some hope.

PAVITRA GIRITHARAN GRADE 8, MEADOWVALE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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As I’m soaring to the light, My dreams are overflowing, thoughts are flooding, and my destiny is fulfilling. I can feel my dreams evolving into reality. And the closer I get to the light, The more I start to heal. The dove and I fly into the light, Where the sun is setting, bumblebees are buzzing, flowers are blooming, and tall trees are hanging above a waterfall. As I slowly extend my finger, A small, fluttering butterfly lands on it, And I give it a smile.

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The Farmer There once lived a happy family, who from generation to generation lived on this one farm. The farm provided many different things for them such as food and water. All that changed when the next heir to the farm was born. Johnsina was his name. This boy didn’t really care much about the farm. He didn’t really care much for anything. He procrastinated a lot. He thought the farm would be fine on its own. One day, his mom said: “Hey Johnsina, we ran out of chicken!” Johnsina replied: “We’ll eat beef, forget about it.” The next week, his mom came again and said: “Hey Johnsina, we ran out of beef!” Johnsina replied: “We’ll eat pork, forget about it.” The next week, his mom came again and said: “Hey Johnsina, we ran out of pork!” Johnsina replied: “We’ll eat the crops, forget about it.” His mom came for the final time and said: “Johnsina, we have no water and I’m dying.” Johnsina replied: “We still have the crops right?” His mom said: “Crops need water to survive.” and fainted.

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Johnsina was scared. He didn’t know what to do. He was sulking on his farm when a mysterious man came along. “Hey kid, want these magical seeds that grow into a farm? You don’t even have to take care of them, they just grow!” he said. Johnsina replied: “OK! That’s easy!” So he took the seeds, threw them in the ground and watched as the man left laughing. After a couple of days, Johnsina checked over the seeds to see his new farm. There was nothing! He was getting really hungry and really thirsty. Johnsina’s hand clenched. He knew he could do this. He had to find it within him to do it. He yelled into the sky: “I CAN DO THIS!” With new determination to survive, Johnsina put all his effort into taking care of the seeds and you know what happened in the end? The seeds never really did grow (they were rocks) but in their place was a giant farm filled with food, that he named: Determination.

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Wings of Hope Today seems like any other day, but is like no other day. Grown-ups are at their offices, but no work is being done. Children are at school, but no lessons are being taught. The truth is, everyone is celebrating. Ribbons are being tossed into the air and people are hugging. The police are giving out speeding tickets with happy faces on them. Store owners are giving out free candy to all of the kids. No crime today- not today. No sad faces, no tears, no arguing, no fighting – not today. It is happiest at the hospitals. People getting up and dancing away. Only moments ago, they thought their stay would be a long one. Only moments ago, the machines were treating them. Now, those machines are being decorated with flowers and hearts. Today is like no other day. Today is the day we discover the cure for cancer.

SOFIA VAVAROUTSOS GRADE 4, ST.CLEMENT CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL

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Time to Set Those Butterflies Free It was the day. Swimming exams. The test confirmed my pass or fail of the course. Take a deep breath in and let it out. I slipped into my bathing suit and snapped a pair of goggles around my head. I winced. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. My Crocs slapped against the wet floor and I stopped in front of a full-sized mirror. I squinted at my reflection to make out my mirror twin but all I saw was a blur. I’m blind as a mole without my glasses. Even my double, Eniamrahc, had abandoned me. All that was left was me, myself, and I. Shaking my head, I turned away from the mirror. “Stop stalling Charmaine,” I thought to myself fiercely. I reached for the door to the entrance of the swimming pool. No matter how much I stretched my fingers, they would never meet the handle. The butterflies in my stomach now fluttered anxiously and were growing in size by the minute. A thought of terror crossed my mind. I COULDN’T DO IT!!!! Tears burned my eyes as I thought of defeat. My fingers entwined around my necklace and my cross collided with the metal chain. It was a nervous habit of mine. The tinkling of the cross and chain echoed throughout the shower room. My hands slipped away from my throat and clasped together in prayer. My eyes fell closed as I squeezed them shut. “Please God,” I pleaded, “Please help me face this hardship. Lend me your strength. Only You are the One who can help me. Rescue me Lord.” My hands fell away and my eyes flew open. The cork that kept the butterflies in my stomach had vanished and they were soaring out to freedom. I grinned and whispered my thanks to the Father. I faced the door and pulled it open with determination. A waft of chlorine filled my nose. I was in my element once again and with the strength God lent to me and the trust I put into Him, I could do anything.

CHARMAINE CHENG GRADE 8, ST. MONICA CATHOLIC ELEMENTARy SCHOOL

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The Mountain Top There once was a man, The man wanted to climb a Mountain, The man kept trying to climb that Mountain everyday of his life, But yet he could not accomplish his goal, So one day the man just stopped climbing the Mountain, Everyday he kept looking at that Mountain, He knew he had to climb the Mountain, So one day, The man believed he could climb the Mountain Top, So he climbed the Mountain top one last time, And this time he had Faith and Hope, And the next thing you know the man was on the Top of the Mountain, Screaming out, “I DID IT!” So never stop, Always persevere and you’ll accomplish anything you said out to do.

MANSOR yAQUB GRADE 5, BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled There once was a little boy named Blake. He was four and had cancer. He was in the hospital when he said to his mom, “I know I’m going to live.” “Of course,” his mom said. After a week, he was able to go home from the hospital. When Blake got home he asked, “Can we play baseball?” His dad said that he had to relax. Blake said he didn’t want to relax, he wanted to play. After a little while his dad said yes and they went to the park to play some baseball. They got home, ate dinner and Blake went to bed. The next morning Blake woke up in the hospital, “What’s going on, Mommy?”, Blake asked. “The doctor called early this morning and said that you have to stay here for a while.” A single tear streamed down Blake’s face. “Can we play tag?” “Umm… sure,” his mom said. Blake got off the hospital bed and tapped his mom and ran out of the room yelling, “You’re it!” His mom also ran out of the room yelling, “I’m gonna get ya!!!” Blake had the biggest smile on his face so did his mom. She loved to see him happy. After getting in trouble for running they went back to Blake’s bed and laughed about the whole thing. After they ate lunch, they went shopping for a toy that Blake could play with at the hospital. They got two teddy bears. After two hours, Blake went to bed. In the morning when Blake was still sleeping the doctor told his parents that the cancer was cured and that he could leave! Always have hope and never give up.

ALySSA ARANHA GRADE 5, ANNETTE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Sea When I am sad, I run, run, run down to the water. I slip out of sorrow and into the sea. Whoosh, whoosh. The sea welcomes me. I float, float and then sink, sink. Into the sea. I am the sea, rippling, gently moving. Cree, cree, birds soar, my spirit soars, above the waves. Time to go. I float, float up and, run. Till next time, I say to the sea, When I can again slip out of sorrow and into the sea.

MAIREAD STEWART GRADE 7, SWANSEA PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Path Behind lidded eyes, I see nothing but darkness It matches my vision even when these eyes are no longer hooded But in the distance there are flashes of light Despite their blinding brightness, I look towards them, Because in their occurrences A path is revealed Inch By Inch The same amount that these worn out feet have progressed Because the lengths these feet will journey Will equal the length this path will prove to be Until a destination is revealed And no matter what that might be And no matter what the consequences of my ignorance may lead to I know that its better that standing motionless Its better than standing in the dark And this light guarantees it Willingly offers it In its luminance of the lines of a path And in knowing that in lines, there is progress Then this path will make progress As I will make progress Because I will only cease to walk the path, if it ceases to exist

FAUSTINE PELIPEL GRADE 11, PHILIP POCOCK CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Untitled There’s this feeling I get after it rains. Like it’s a new start and all my problems are gone. Something about the sky opening up just makes it seem like everything is okay. That nothing can touch me. And for those 30 minutes of rain I am free. I no longer am the 15 year old girl who has cancer, or the 6 year old with a heart condition. I am not the 21 year old whose heart just got broken; I am not the man who just lost his wife. I am a butterfly, free from any issue, able to just fly away and glide in the fresh air. I no longer am worried about what my friends will say when they see my new hairstyle, nor am I panicking about the essay due tomorrow that I haven’t even started. I see the world how it actually is, full of beauty and innocence. For 30 minutes I think of every good thing that has ever happened to me, I think of how thankful I am to have such a supportive family. Then the rain stops. And I still feel free, because I see this glow around everything now. I want to jump up and dance, to announce to the whole world that rain is a new start and we all get to have a second chance. A second chance at love, at school, at fighting for my health, but most of all a second chance at life. So I sit, and I wait. I wait for the next rain, so that for 30 more minutes I can be free, like a butterfly.

GENEVIEVE MALCOLM GRADE 10, ST. MAxMILLIAN KOLBE

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Perception Time was running out Nothing seemed to happen right Holding myself together was not so easy Though I tried to keep myself up high I recalled good times Though unpleasing ones interfered What could I do I needed hope I needed courage But nothing seemed to be clear I closed my eyes I heard a voice echo in my mind Spread your wings and learn to fly Don’t look back just say goodbye

DONyA SANDHU GRADE 7, HOMELANDS SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Through the Ice and the Frost It was a blank world. I walked through the blizzard, the snow hitting my face. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t feel anything. The white and the cold blocked my sight and numbed my body. But I kept walking. I kept walking because I believed that there was someplace out there, outside of the blizzard, where the world wasn’t empty and the cold stole my senses. I didn’t know how much time had passed. The snow surrounded everything, and for a while I even thought that this was a separate world. Perhaps the snow was a barrier, stopping me from leaving. Stopping me from succeeding. But I kept walking. I kept walking because I would freeze if I stayed still. My feet sank at every step, falling into the white cold. I couldn’t see where I was going, but I knew where I wanted to go, and I knew I couldn’t remain as I was. I wanted to see the sky. The clouds and the sun, the stars and the moon. I wanted to go someplace where the sky stretched out forever and changed colors. There was a place like that out there, out of the snow.

KWANHEE KIM GRADE 12, ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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And as I was walking, with thoughts of the sky, the blizzard stopped. It was for just a moment, but I saw the sky, a light tint of blue, and the sun rising slowly over the horizon. There were people beside me. All sorts of people: boys and girls, men and women. I saw the footsteps they had made, and they were all walking beside me the whole time. We were in the same place, heading for the same place. I found that wonderful. The blizzard began again just as all of our eyes met, plunging me back into the cold. But now I knew: there were people beside me, with wants like my wants and the hardships like my hardships. Even though we can’t see each other most of the time, we know we are together, heading to that sun over the horizon. You may have not done it for me. You may have not known I was there. But to all the people that walk beside me‌ Thank you. Let us walk towards our dreams together.

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Time Time hurries on, Lays the leaves to rest, Beneath broken rain, We sigh, repressed Time begins to speed, Too short, not yet, not quite, Take heed! As the heavens open, The Sky Lark Cries “There’s still time for you yet, Sensationalize” Take in this rainbow, Before time runs out, Believe in hope, Never doubt Time will slow again, Withdraw from its place, To let you live once more, In everlasting grace

MICHELLE BECK GRADE 12, IROQUOIS RIDGE HIGH SCHOOL

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WINGS OF HOPE In reality, a dream is nothing but a dream. But when powered by belief and hope, a dream turns into ambition. You must believe that you will succeed in order to achieve. Life is nothing but a roller coaster with many dips and turns, and you have to trust, no matter how low you go, that you will hang on. It is this fighting spirit that shapes the strongest of men, because without it, they wouldn’t be who they are now. As a little boy, I was never fully aware of the many wrong paths I might accidentally have taken and put me in the position you are in now. I never knew just how lucky I was to have avoided life-threatening injuries and diseases that you may currently have. Do the things which keep you going in life. Do the things that inspire you to go further than what you expect of yourself. My parents will never allow me to play ice hockey, since I am sensitive to the cold, but this has never hindered the large amount of progress I have made since the day I watched my first hockey game. I practice at home, play with my friends, watch the Leafs lose, and most importantly, I have a positive outlook on life. Take a look around you and have faith in what motivates you to stand up for yourself. Have faith in your doctor. Believe in your friends and family. Because they are the ones that shape you. They are the ones that, one day, will provide you with the strength and power to rise from the ashes and tell the world you are ready to live life at its fullest.

FELIx WONG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Trust When the lights go down I start to frown There is nothing I can do I can’t see the light It gives me strength It takes the happiness away Until I can see Something only three steps away from me You are there You’re as delicate as the air You float over And say “Don’t worry Everything is going to be okay” Your voice gives me hope There is no reason to mope I am okay You are there from the beginning to the end of the day I would never guess That I would feel so happy Like there is nothing that can make me upset I feel no regrets All my goals are meet There is nothing more I can do Just spend the rest of my days with you

KAANCHANA KERR GRADE 9, BILL CROTHERS SECONDARy SCHOOL

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The Little White Dove There once was a little girl Diagnosed with leukemia, she stayed at the hospital Every day. But one day as she laid down on her bed, She saw a little dove, white as the clouds, Perched on the windowsill, Trying to escape… But it cannot. It cannot escape, just like she could not escape her illness. As the days passed, the dove tried harder and harder And everyday, she would whisper, “Fly, little bird, fly home,” Until one miraculous day, The dove found a gap into the window and flew into the sky With its full glory, it spread its wings. And, with a smile, The little girl thought, Maybe someday, I, too, will be set free.

RENEE xU GRADE 5, BENDALE JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Where’s hope? A little boy once asked, “Where does hope come from?” The little boy was named Little Sky. He asked his mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, and everyone he knew that same question. But they said “you’d soon find out!” He searched the Internet, libraries, teacher, and even scientists. But they refused to tell him. He traveled all around the world to find out. Now Little Sky was 12 years old. An old man said to him “Hope is from your heart, it is believing in you, your family, friends, and other people. But you already have hope young child. You were hoping to find the meaning of hope!” Many years later when Little Sky was 34 years old, he got a job as a doctor and helped many people! Even the old man, that gave him the meaning of hope! Enjoy yourself Sickness, Cancer, Death, and Diseases Take a chance, have hope, and think! Enjoy your life while it lasts Never hate, never destroy or you will have nothing left Go on a journey have some fun Have wisdom, have courage, but always have hope. Hard Struggles Hoping, Dreaming, Worrying for a cure, Trying to survive from a sickness Each day going through pain Struggling to win the fight Taking chances and being brave In the end you think about What will happen in the future?

KATELyN TROUNG GRADE 4, JOyCE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope? Hope… hope… What is hope? Is it like a worried feeling? Is it like a secret revealing? Hope is like courage, or a powerful belief everyone has that feeling once in a while at night when you are wishing upon as star, that is hope! Choices Sickness chooses people each day weather they’re weak, they don’t care or they’re worried but when they are sick that is when they worry the most if they die or if they remain alive but if you have lots of wisdom, courage, and hope you will maybe able to survive. Outsiders: A difference doesn’t matter! When you are different you are special There’s no such thing as a problem, but a challenge In life you have similarities and differences But the biggest similarity is that everyone has HOPE!

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Untitled When you’re down in the dumps, letting life pass you by, Not being treated like queens and kings. Look up in the sky, And see the beautiful creatures that spread their wings. See the birds that soar through the air, Eagles, Robins, Blue Jays and Hawks. Knowing that life is beautiful but not always fair, They fly with no fear of the bear or the fox. The bees buzzing through the rain and snow, Their black and yellow bodies flutter above towers. Flying high, flying low, They rest on the beautiful, blooming flower. The butterfly so pretty and sweet, They flap their wings never sulk or mope. Flying to the beat, They never stop their wings of hope.

ANNE FERNANDO GRADE 6, LyNNWOOD HEIGHTS

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Peace and Harmony The sun glazed On the wild oak trees, It filtered the hope Which never leaves As long as you hold the golden thread Which always extends And welcomes thee

JESSICA JUNG GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Wings of Hope To the readers of this, you may be in a bad position. Perhaps you have just been injured, or you came down with something. It seems to feel never ending and upsetting. Well, I’m here to say don’t give up; keep fighting on. A bright future lies in front of you. One thing you should never forget is that the power of positive thinking is strong. The reason that people do not die from diseases is because of positive thinking. The reason that injuries do not kill people is because of positive thinking. Without positive thinking, people give up, ending the fight with some disease or illness. Don’t be one of them and win the battle! Along with that, your mind is also the most powerful weapon you will ever have. If used properly, it can cross mountains, fly across seas and do many other things. All of us have this inside us, so we can all be powerful. Unlocking the power of your mind is simple; think positive. Thomas Edison invented the light bulb by being positive and unlocking his mind. He was not negative. The Wright brothers flew by unlocking their minds and letting it fly free. Throughout history, the way that people invent new things is by unlocking their minds. You can be one of them too! One time, I may have been as depressed as you are right now. However, I can tell you that this will not last forever. In the future, there will be brighter skies, with more opportunities for you. To sum it up, the power of your mind and positive thinking makes for a powerful combination. Many things work because your mind believes it will, like a placebo. Many things are special because your mind believes it’s special, like your first tooth. Go out and share with the world your positive thinking. It will change your life forever.

MICHAEL zHANG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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One in A Million If you believe And keep persevering Then you will succeed Keep on going Keep on believing You can pull through You are one in a million Special and unique Believe And you will Succeed And never forget You are one in a million

HANA KENT GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The hope of the butterfly I look around me and I see darkness I wonder where I am It is cold I cannot see, but I can hear laughter and singing For a while I will not see the diamond like moon, or the Lemon drop sun I push Whatever blinds me cracks I push again, and I see a glimmer of light I struggle, and struggle Finally I see the morning sun I stretch out my wings and shake them off I am now brave, strong, and beautiful I am a butterfly!

JOyCE DAOOD GRADE 5, CANADIAN MARTyRS CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Wings It’s time, It’s time to spread your Wings, Come on little Butterfly, Break out of Cocoon, Come on little guy, You can do it, You can break free from that Cocoon, Lot’s of Butterflies did it, So why can’t you, Wait a minute, Yes, Yes, He did it, The Butterfly got out of the Cocoon, I can’t believe that, The Butterfly did it, The Butterfly got out of the Cocoon, The only thing he had to do was Spread his Wings. If the Butterfly could break free, Why can’t you?

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Wings of Hope Butterflies have wings and butterflies are beautiful. Dragonflies have wings and dragonflies are colourful. Ladybugs have wings and ladybugs are amazing. Birds have wings and birds are graceful. If I had wings they would be wings of hope. They would be beautiful, colourful, amazing and graceful. If I had wings they would be wings of hope, hoping you will get well. If I had wings I would give them to you.

BRADLEy SIMION GRADE 7, SPECTRUM ALTERNATIVE SENIOR SCHOOL

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Untitled I know it’s very hard for you but be happy. So you’re probably thinking “Why be happy?” Well I’ll tell you why. You should be happy because you have so many people that love and care for you. Like your Mom, Dad, maybe siblings, aunts, uncle, grandparents, and the doctors and nurses that care for you. Be happy for the friends you have or will have. Be happy for your large amount of hope because you WILL be cured soon. And you know it! So don’t let your fear of cancer make you lose the fight against it! Many people win against cancer every month and so will you.

MELANIE KIEBALO GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Go Have Fun! As soon as you ready As soon as you are out of here GO HAVE FUN! Do all the things you want to do Go chilling with your friends And just hand out Soon you will be ready There will be no time to pout or frown Your life will be awesome Go have fun! The best is still to come Soon you will be ready Soon you will be out of here And HAVING LOTS OF FUN!

GILL HAWKINS GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Hope is‌ Hope is never giving up, even when it seems that all is lost. Hope is believing that good things will happen to you. Hope is keeping your head up high, because you know you are special, no matter what other people say. Hope is dreaming and achieving those dreams. Hope is the feeling that powers entire nations, and the feeling that can power you out of darkness. Hope is everyman’s everlasting companion. Hope is the human condition that drives success and innovation. If people stopped hoping, our society would collapse. Never stop believing in others, in yourself, and in the world. Hope is you.

STEVEN SHI GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Sorrow all forgotten, Underneath everything is hope, Ready to live my life to the fullest, Victory over this long battle Intense care no more, Very lucky me, Oh, how I love my life, Ready world, here I come! Only one day to live, For those words I will never hear again. Cancer battle’s over, And never coming back! Never lose hope, ’Cause anything can happen, Everything happens for a reason, Redeeming my life back!

MADDIE NELSON GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Freedom Freedom Is our ability to fly Because it gives us opportunity Opportunity to live and laugh and cherish life as it comes. Although we know it will not be easy Because it was never easy. We need to feel sorrow, in order to know happiness. And we must feel pain, to know the real meaning of joy. There has to be hurt, or else there is no comfort And Only when, We’ve truly felt confinement, Will we learn to cherish the freedom that we are given. Take those chances And make good use of those opportunities If the door’s already open What are we waiting for?

JENFAy GAN GRADE 10, DR. NORMAN BETHUNE COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE

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Hope If everyone had a bit more hope, the world would be at rest. If everyone had a bit more hope, there would be no one less. There would only be equals. Where we would rely on each other’s joy and hope To spread through those who gloat – Who think it is better than being nice. Because with hope comes no price. Those gloaters refusing respect Thrash on others with neglect. Those who would rather hope Will get respect. They will not be frowned upon, But the light will be cast upon them.

JOSHUA PORNARAS GRADE 8, BESSBOROUGH DRIVE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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The Conqueror When light conquers dark Dark fades away, The light is so bright But cannot stay that way, Soon light dies down But will renown, And dark encounters the world again.

TAyLOR ROSS GRADE 8, GLENVIEW SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Dream On Dream on Be free Live your life the way you want Let no one stop you You are the one The only one Who will be able to stop yourself. So let yourself go Fly away Soar in the heavens A dream without a plan Is just a wish Make yours a reality Dream on. Don’t be afraid You’ll never know if you don’t try Success will only come To those who take action So take your chances Give it your all And dream on. Anything is achievable If you just have hope Never give up No matter what Gather up your inner strength And you’ll persevere Through all circumstances So dream on.

HANNAH zHANG GRADE 8, J.B. TyRRELL SENIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Freedom has been given to us Go out there and use it wisely Find your true happiness Make your dreams come true The small joys in life Will amount to big things Embrace the world with a smile Dream on. The world holds endless possibilities And endless paths Which one will you take? Your life is about you It’s your choice So follow your heart Stay true to yourself And dream on. Whatever you do Never forget that you are the only one Who has power over yourself, so Have hope, Be strong, Take action, Life the life you want. Don’t be afraid, Never give up, Find true happiness, Soar through the heavens, And most of all… Dream on.

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The Walk The Wind howled as my feet touched the soft damp ground. I looked around; I could see trees and a deer passing by. It was fall, my favourite season and a perfect day to go for a walk in the forest. A drop of water landed on my nose, it felt cold but nice. My jacket clung to me as I made my way through the trees. Finally, I saw farmland. I had made my way through. I turned around and I started walking back. The Wind That Howls The wind that howls, The ocean that’s huge, The air that we breathe, It’s part of you. The songs we sing, The voices we hear, The fun we have Will never go.

KEARA WILSON GRADE 6, WHITNEy JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Wings & Hope I lie on my bed sad and grim knowing that God will take me in I’m blessed to say I had a wonderful life full of joy and happiness. Many of us have passed and lived and I wonder if hope will ever be. Something beautiful is for sure that God will occur to bring an end to cancer that’s for sure… One thing we need to know that Wings Of Hope will help us bring an end to cancer.

AUSTIN MEDEIROS GRADE 6, ST. ANDREW CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Stars Life is like the sky. Sometimes it may seem dark but there are always stars. Things may seem bad but if you keep positive you can find all the happiness in the world so always have hope.

NICOLE CASE GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Though miles may lie between us we are never far apart, for friendship isn’t counted by miles, it is measured by the heart. If I could pull down a rainbow I would write your name on it, and put it back in the sky for everyone too see how colorful my life is with you! Best friend are people in your life who, Make you laugh a little louder Smile a little brighter & Live a little better When it hurts to look back But you’re scared to look forward You can all ways look beside you and your Friends will be there to support you. A good friend sees the first tear, Catches the second one, And stops the third. We will be friends… As long as the stars twinkle in the sky… As long as there are angels up high… Till the oceans run dry… Till the day I die.

ALI COHEN GRADE 6, ROTHERGLEN SCHOOL

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Untitled Moonlight, would you like to dance, beneath the starry skies; over by that maple tree in the courtyard back outside? If it rains we’ll still be there, umbrella in our hands. Back we’ll never have to go where no one understands. And if our (red) umbrella breaks or a puddle gets its way, I promise you, we’ll realize “dancing’s better in the rain.” Sorry if I’m all caught up, with asking you to dance. I guess I never thought you’d say, “no” to such romance. But feel free to place rejection in these shoulders’ care. For what’s a little extra weight, when my burden’s always there? And if it’s pity, turn away, don’t bother with polite. ’Cause then I’ll only stare with hate, despise will blur my sight. So because I put my faith in you, don’t fill yourself with stress. There really is no pressure here; no one to impress.

KRISTI KWAN GRADE 11, ST. ROBERT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL

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So won’t you dance and give a twirl, to help us move along? ’Cause now I see, you need help too, so let them play our song. And when the song just seems to end don’t walk away so fast. The music’s here to stay a while, Let’s see how long it lasts. When we feel, too tired to dance, and our feet are in such pain, we’ll take off all our silly shoes and laugh like we’re insane. When we feel, too tired to speak, we’ll sit there in the night. Blow some bubbles, sing some tunes; wish on stars so bright. When we feel, to tired see, I’ll close my eyes and weep. So all that pain from deep inside will vanish as I sleep. Later we can dance again. See you where we met. Since last time we remembered things, this time we shall forget. Until the sunrise comes again or till the sun will set, we’ll dance forever, in the light, just me, you; silhouettes.

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What it’s like to live You want things to stay the same, but they don’t. You want to change the past, but you engage in the present instead. You want to live life to its fullest but you second guess yourself. You want to live, and just forget, but you can’t help but remember the good times too. You want to rejoice in the moments that you have now, but you worry about the hardships of the future. You want to push yourself past your limits, but you don’t know what they are. You want to strive for the best of the best, but you only give up when you’ve just begun. You want to smile at the simplest things, but you frown at the things that matter most. You want to rejoice in the good things that God has done, but you bask in your sorrow instead. You want to lead your own life, but you instead follow those of others. You want to think for yourself, but you allow others to do it for you. You want to learn from your own mistakes, but you can’t because they weren’t really yours to begin with.

PRECIOUS OMORUyI GRADE 11, ST. MARGUERITE D’yOUVILLE SECONDARy SCHOOL

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You want to control your life, your thoughts, your actions, and your movements, but you’re too afraid to live that you let others do it for you. So you decide here and now, that you want to be the one in control, so instead of following, you’re now leading. You’re not controlling, you’re guiding. You’re not forcing, you’re teaching. You’re taking control of your life, and by doing so, you cause others to learn from your mistake, and to make their own. You’re causing them to live life to its fullest, and in doing so, to actually love life itself. You’re teaching them to live.

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Carry Your Wings of Hope Things in life don’t always go your way and you might feel like nothing is right for you. But always look at the happiness of problems, because miracles can happen and things can turn up the way you want them to. If you have hope you will always feel like someone loves you, and someone cares. If you carry that hope you will be happy. You might be different than everyone else but they will notice that you are happy and that you believe in hope. Always carry your wings of hope.

TAyLOR GREEN GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Warrior You may think me a warrior, But I am sorrier Then you think. On the outside, sure, I show strength, hope, wholeness, love, But on the inside I am really a hurt dove. I do it for my sister, my brother, my father, my mother Because they look down on me and say, “We love her.” I think of all those other people living their life, While I am stuck under a surgical knife. They laugh, they play, They love and do as they may. I wish I could switch places Because then these empty spaces In my heart Could depart. You may think me a warrior, But I am sorrier Then you think.

LEAH GRAy JUNIOR KINDERGARTEN, OUR LADy OF GOOD COUNSEL CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled We are one When you look around do you see only yourself Well if you do look again Because you are not alone When you feel pain, so do we When you feel joy, so do we When you feel sad, so do we When you’re confused, so are we There will always be someone to guide your way If you are by yourself Or in a room full of people You are not alone Because we are one.

NOAH SISSON GRADE 7, OUR LADy OF GOOD COUNSEL CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Sky of Hope Hope is a precious thing Protect it Cradle it in your hands Hope is hard to find A treasure to keep And when the wind blows strong Hold on to it tight And never let go Don’t let it blow away Once it’s gone It’s hard to get back The wind carries it away A kite in the clouds Or the clear blue sky The fluttering wings of a brand new butterfly Out of its cocoon Showing the world its pretty colours Facing the world Hope shows you the way Hope keeps you strong Keeps you smiling When the wind picks up And times get tough A beautiful bird spreading its wings Flying away Trust those around you To help you find Your fluttering hope

ALExANDRA WOODCOCK GRADE 8, HOLLyCREST MIDDLE SCHOOL

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Forgotten Hope In every star In every soul There is hope When you wake up You see the pain And forget about the hope When you think of The days before The smiles turn to cries But when you see The bright sun rise You find your hope again You suddenly find The hope in your soul Deep buried down The pain stops you from seeing the truth around us Same where lost in your soul you see You life as it used to be.

WILLIAM WU GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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ROAD TO HOPE All I must do is follow a path Follow a path, Follow a path, Where will that path lead me? Lead me, Lead me? To a magic place, Magic place, Magic place. Why is it so magic? So magic? So magic? The place has hope. How to get there? Just follow your heart.

COSSETTE PENNER-OLIVERA GRADE 6, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled Bright morning Joyful day All the kids who love to play The rays of light, Which fall with might On the flowers of my eye’s delight Not very long, Birds chirping melodious little songs They flap their wings – Wings of hope It’s this garden, abundant in splendor, Where the rays of hope shine everyday It’s the place I seek the creator Who looks from above on all his creation.

AIDA KRUPA CHACKO GRADE 8, SMITHFIELD MIDDLE SCHOOL

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A WINTER OF HOPE To me, hope is like winter. The way people pray for hope is like the way the snowflakes fall from the sky, unheard. The way each individual snowflake touches the ground, gentle and calm is like the way hope brings freedom and freedom brings hope. The way the snowflakes sparkle from the moonlit night is like the way people talk about hope, with a sparkle in their eyes and warm feeling inside. When people stand hand in hand not caring about the gender, race, size or age of others is the way the snowflakes bind together to create a snowball or a fantastic snow sculpture. The sharp fresh scent of winter is like the sharpness and emptiness people feel inside when they feel hope no longer. The way children play in the snow forming perfect little angels of hope is like the way hope silently but gently fills our souls making a world of difference to all.

INNA TCHERKACHENINOVA GRADE 8, HOLLyCREST MIDDLE SCHOOL

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Dream Place Dream Place I run to my room and collapse on my bed, I was mad so angry. Read to explode. But slowly I shut my eyes and fell asleep. After a while I slowly opened by eyes and I saw I wasn’t at home because if I was at my home I would be screaming like crazy so this wasn’t home I looked closely and I remembered this was my world. The place I loved more than anything. This place was my world. A place where no one can tell me what to do! Or what’s wrong or right. I felt so happy like I have never before. Suddenly I felt something cold wet on my face it was a leaf an orange one. I looked around I was surrounded by red and orange leaves. Some in the trees some on the ground. Then I looked at what I was wearing it was an orange dress the simplest but prettiest dress I ever saw. I built a pile of leaves the tallest I could build, then I jumped in. I was covered in red and orange leaves. I was having the time of my life. I had never experienced playing in the leaves until today. After spending some time in the leaves, it started to snow in a minute it was winter. So quick so fast I was surprised, and then I remembered this was my world and anything could happen. The winter looked so beautiful. White as a white blanket. Suddenly my dress changed into a white dress. It was the most amazing dress I ever saw. It had a black belt and the rest was white. I was wearing black tights with the dress too. I looked so good. I had some much energy, so I stared to dance in the cold winter. Even though winter was cold I wasn’t cold at all. I was dancing to my fullest without feeling embarrassed at all. I felt like I never felt before, so happy. Then all of a sudden it turned summer and there was water and the falls. Plus I was on top of the water I could walk on water. How amazing was that? Then again magically my dress changed yellow a bright colour. Underneath me was the falls.

JASMEET NAHAL GRADE 7, CASTLEMORE PUBLIC SCHOOL

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There was a swing in the middle, I magically got on and went swinging for a while. Then I stood up on the swing and fell off the bridge. Knowing that I will fall in the cold water you usually will be scared but I wasn’t. I felt like I was flying, I was a free person no worries no tension. I could feel cool wind gently touch my face. Then I fell in the water, I played in the water for a while. Then I got out of the water I was so wet but I felt good. There was rocks you could climb so I did with my barefoot I climbed the rocks then I got to the top and jumped. I felt so alive. I saw something it wasn’t clear so I went closer it was a house. I run to the house then finally I reached there. The house looked so nice; it was so large and big. I didn’t know why I felt like ringing the bell so I did. No one answered, I pushed the door little and it opened. I have no idea why I had the desire to go in so I did. The house was so pretty, marvelous, so gorgeous. The house had a cozy family room with a large TV, plus some bedrooms they were all so big and wide, also they had a kitchen it was so clean. The best of all was when I looked the house backyard it had an enormous swimming pool, a beautiful garden, and a patio. The garden had mostly all the plants that I knew or saw. I felt so warm inside when I was in this house. I went and changed I looked for clothes I wore a pair of PJ’s. I fell on the bed the bed was warm and cozy. I thought to myself I never want to get out of this world I want to call this home. I was so tired I began slowly to shut my eyes. “Wake up” it was my sister; I slowly opened my eyes and asked her “Why did you wake me up?” She like because we have to go to school. I felt like an idiot. I was in a bad mood because I got out of my world even though wanted to stay. While I was wearing my clothes I remembered how I got there by dreaming so I could go there whenever. If I had some problem, worries, tension or any thing else that bothered me this was the place I could go. That made me have a smile on my face and I was ready for school. 185

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One Day You’ll Shine Life is a gift given from God, Embrace it, enjoy it, live it, love it Don’t be afraid to dream big, because you there’s always hope. Open up your wings and soar high in the sky, never glance back down or let your die Think of life as the almighty sun, Slowly you’ll soon rise high above us, and there will be a day when you shine Life is a gift given from God, Embrace it, enjoy it, live it, love it Life is the ride of a lifetime. It’ll have its ups and downs. Life begins with your very first breath and ends with your very last Remember that love and support is always the key to happiness, and that happiness will make your life glow. Laughter would always be the best cure. So always think high of yourself not low. Escape from the darkness and free yourself Open up your wings and fly away Life is a gift given from God, Embrace it, enjoy it, live it, love it

HETA LAD GRADE 8, SMITHFIELD MIDDLE SCHOOL

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I wish I wish to see the light in the dark. I wish to know what everyone knows. I wish for dreams in which are sweet, I wish for a nice peaceful sleep. I wish to go where everyone goes, I wish to see what everyone sees. I wish to see the morning star, I wish to go somewhere far. I know that peace is like a dove, I know that my family is all for love. I WISH

RyAN COGILL JUNIOR KINDERGARTEN, BEDFORD PARK JUNIOR PUBLIC SCHOOL

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are the days sunnier on the other side? we always think that if we change things if the accident or mistake never happened then things would be different they would be more exciting or fun more the way you want it to be but then things actually go the way we want them they finally go the right way then you notice you wouldn’t change your life for anything it has come out the way it should and no matter what, life couldn’t be better it’s the way it should be and nothing will ever change that life life is good

MARIO ORSINI GRADE 7, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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The Wings of Hope The wings of hope, they fly away. They do not wait. They do not stay. BUT Yet, in the darkness YOU can find the wings of hope, do not deny! And if you search just good enough YOU will find hope itself, and soon enough you’ll find yourself soaring, soaring through the blockade of sickness and sadness.

EKATERINA POLyUTOVA GRADE 5, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Untitled No matter how hard life kick’s you down, just get right back up and keep marching, head high, shoulders back.

CHEyELLE HOFFMANN GRADE 12, ECOLE SECONDAIRE L’OREE DES BOIS

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Before the Storm life is not mere existence. all is an option… realm of possibilities there is a struggle; pain there are tears; cries your wings are broken feel alone. here comes the storm & you drop have hope she’ll pick you back up again & calm the storm down essence of belief there are joys; happiness there are gifts; unwritten stories create a happy ending. don’t just fly. soar. life is not mere existence. the storm will cease. hope won’t. look past your tears; past the storm & see the rainbow.

SELINA AzIzI GRADE 9, ST. FRANCIS xAVIER CATHOLIC SECONDARy SCHOOL

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Hopeful Me Yesterday Hope And Happiness Came Knocking At My Door, and I Said “Move over, fear I’m Not Scared Any More”! Goodbye! Said my fear So long! Adios! Then I closed that door On Him And Held My Hope Real Close

ANASTASIA JAFFRAy GRADE 6, TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD CATHOLIC SCHOOL

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Pledge It hurts, I’m not the way I used to be, my strength and hope are gone from me And now I lay here broken. It’s sad, to think of all that I have lost to sit, and sit, and count the cost of this sickness, surely I have lost. But hear, I’ve stowed away a little hope and I’ve not the mind to sit and mope for I am tougher than this forsaken thing And courage to this curse I bring I am down, but never finished. So Hear! I will not be beat I refuse to cry defeat! I will stand up tall and roar! A cry heard round on every floor And with my love and spirit bold I’ll see this beast turned winter cold For I am hope, and I am light And I will be here after tonight.

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a. amy zhang grade 6 Jian wang arT sTudio B. michaeL PaeLiareLi grade 7 sT. PeTer’s caThoLic schooL c. nichoLas giLca grade 6 PoPe John PauL ii caThoLic schooL

B

c

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a. Truc (anna) Tran grade 8 our Lady oF Peace caThoLic schooL

d. arThur Li grade 6 arThaus – visuaL arTs Learning sTudio

B.sharon cheng grade 7 sT. monica caThoLic eLemenTary schooL

e. gavin Lee grade 7 aLL sainTs caThoLic schooL

c. sarah hui grade 6 whiTney Junior PuBLic schooL

F. caroLine monahan grade 6 whiTney Junior PuBLic schooL g. maria-grazia dragoneTTi grade 5 sT. cLemenT caThoLic schooL

a

B

c

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d

e

F

g

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a

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a. grouP suBmission grade 8 BLessed John XXiii caThoLic schooL

B. harsimran muLTani grade 6 smiThFieLd middLe schooL c. guanyue huang grade 4 Jian wang arT sTudio d. Farooq khan grade 5 norTh kiPLing Junior middLe schooL

B

c

d

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a. richard yLagan grade 4 FaTher Frederick mcginn caThoLic eLemenTary schooL B. Trey Pryce grade 8 sT. PeTer’s caThoLic schooL

a

B

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c. michaeL romano grade 8 sT. PeTer’s caThoLic schooL d. Jessica BeLo grade 4 sTs. cosmas and damian caThoLic schooL

c

d

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a

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a. heaTher aBaya grade 7 sT. JuLia BiLLiarT caThoLic schooL

B. yvonne Lee grade 12 Branksome haLL c. raqueL rodrigues grade 8 hoLLycresT middLe schooL d. Leah Lindy grade 7 gLenview senior PuBLic schooL

B

c

d

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a. Jade shi grade 6 PoPe John PauL ii caThoLic schooL B. kyLe michaeL grade 2 our Lady oF Peace caThoLic schooL c. daFu zhang grade 2 Jian wang arT sTudio

a

B

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c

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a. roBerT gaTT grade 6 whiTney Junior PuBLic schooL

d. deBBie dada grade 5 norTh kiPLing Junior middLe schooL

B. rosa camPagna grade 4 sT. cLemenT caThoLic schooL

e. shauna Xu grade 1 Jian wang arT sTudio

c. myThiLi ThaTParananThan grade 2 george weBsTer eLemenTary schooL

F. donya sandhu grade 7 homeLands senior PuBLic schooL g. Jeremy Buzanis grade 6 BedFord Park Junior PuBLic schooL

a

B

c

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d

e

F

g

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a

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a. heLen dini grade 11 PhiLiP Pocock caThoLic secondary schooL

B. quenho Leung grade 6 PoPe John PauL ii caThoLic schooL c. nicoLe moraLes grade 4 sT. vincenT de PauL caThoLic schooL d. sara Troka grade 7 ForesT hiLL PuBLic schooL

B

c

d

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a. maria aLeem grade 8 ParkdaLe Junior and senior PuBLic schooL

d. craig archiBaLd grade 6 whiTney Junior PuBLic schooL

B. maTThew Lee grade 5 aLL sainTs caThoLic schooL

e. siamrao kaur giLL grade 6 smiThFieLd middLe schooL

c. Joan Pena grade 9 The yorkLand schooL

F. mirriam mikhaiL grade 11 sT. roBerT caThoLic high schooL g. cLaus Lio grade 7 sT. PeTer’s caThoLic schooL

a

B

c

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d

e

F

g

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a. FaTima gonzaLez grade 1 sT. Francis oF assisi caThoLic schooL B. maya Tenn grade 6 PoPe John PauL ii caThoLic schooL

a

B

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c. mariam raFo grade 2 our Lady oF Peace caThoLic schooL d. eneLi mรถLder grade 2 r.h. mcgregor eLemenTary schooL

c

d

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a. aLeX huycke grade 4 Jian wang arT sTudio B. mingwei huang grade 5 norTh kiPLing Junior middLe schooL

d. navdha aniL grade 5 BendaLe Junior PuBLic schooL

c. oLivia Bano grade 7 gLenview senior PuBLic schooL

a

B

c

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d

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a

B

c

d

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a. muhuBa hassan grade 8 hoLLycresT middLe schooL B. vanessa Lai grade 4 arThaus – visuaL arTs Learning sTudio c. grouP suBmission grade 8 BLessed John XXiii caThoLic schooL

e. eugenia zhang grade 8 Jian wang arT sTudio F. racheL ho grade 4 arThaus – visuaL arTs Learning sTudio g. amanda Lee grade 6 mackLin PuBLic schooL

d. maria-grazia Tereshchenko grade 8 gLenview senior PuBLic schooL

e

F

g

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a

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A. MAry cAMpo GrAdE 11 LorEtto AbbEy cAthoLic sEcondAry schooL

b. pEGGy huyckE GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL c. GEnEvrEvE pELow GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL d. koMALdEEp chEEMA GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

b

c

d

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A. juLiA frAncEskA fArruGiA GrAdE 8 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL b. ALExiA strAnGio GrAdE 2 st. frAncis of Assisi cAthoLic schooL

A

b

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c. josh EMMA GrAdE 7 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL d. MAriEM ALi GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL

c

d

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A. ArzAnA kAjMoLLi GrAdE 8 hoLLycrEst MiddLE schooL

d. shAnAE o’rourkE GrAdE 6 bEdford pArk junior pubLic schooL

b. ALynA sukchAroEn GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL

E. AdriAn wAtson GrAdE 5 north kipLinG junior MiddLE schooL

c. sisi rEn GrAdE 8 jiAn wAnG Art studio

f. jAson kwon GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL G. AidAn MALLAn GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

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A. tAMArA GArbutt GrAdE 8 hoLLycrEst MiddLE schooL

d. fAtouMAtA cAMArA GrAdE 7 pArkdALE junior And sEnior pubLic schooL

b. juLiE GAn GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio c. stEphAniE tAskEr GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A

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A. viviAn pAn GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio b. AMAndA vAndErhorst GrAdE 8 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL c. MorEnA sAcco GrAdE 4 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

b

c

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A

b

c

d

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A. ApriL fLEEt GrAdE 10 north kipLinG junior MiddLE schooL

E. GEnEvA yonGAo GrAdE 5 st. vincEnt dE pAuL cAthoLic schooL

b. susAn Li GrAdE 6 jiAn wAnG Art studio

f. vALEntinA wiLchEs GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

c. sELEnA GiGLio GrAdE 5 st. cLEMEnt cAthoLic ELEMEntry schooL d. chELsEA nG GrAdE 7 st. juLiA biLLiArt cAthoLic schooL

G. rEbEccA Mok GrAdE 4 MAckLin pubLic schooL

E

f

G

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A. MAndy tu GrAdE 4 jiAn wAnG Art studio b. chAndLEr cAbrErA GrAdE 7 st. juLiA biLLiArt cAthoLic schooL

A

b

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c. ryAn chEn GrAdE 3 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL d. sArAh strickLAnd GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

c

d

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A. jAsMinE MEriE & LindA bLAck GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

d. EtErnity hErvAtin-stAnbErry GrAdE 4 st. vincEnt dE pAuL cAthoLic schooL

b. tiAnA wAnG GrAdE 4 jiAn wAnG Art studio c. nGAwAnG doLMA GrAdE 8 pArkdALE junior And sEnior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A. iviE chEn GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

d. sArAh AntiLopE GrAdE 7 st. vincEnt dE pAuL schooL

b. nAtALiE bArry GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

E. MorGAn Liu GrAdE 8 doLphin sEnior pubLic schooL

c. kArissA Liu GrAdE 3 jiAn wAnG Art studio

f. thAkshi sELvAkuMArAsinGAM GrAdE 7 pArkdALE junior And sEnior pubLic schooL G. jAEL AndrAdEMArquinA GrAdE 1 our LAdy of pEAcE

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

241

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A

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A. ALLison LuM GrAdE 8 bEsborouGh drivE pubLic schooL b. richArd wu GrAdE 1 jiAn wAnG Art studio c. hAyounG nA GrAdE 4 fAthEr hEnri nouwEn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

b

c

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A

b

c

d

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A. LiAn phAroAh GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

E. kristEn choi GrAdE 4 MAckLin pubLic schooL

b. sAMAnthA nAus GrAdE 4 st. vincEnt dE pAuL cAthoLic schooL

f. fEMishA pAtEL GrAdE 8 pArkdALE junior And sEnior pubLic schooL

c. yiyi Liu GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio

G. hArsiMrAn MuLtAni GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

d. EbE LAu GrAdE 4 jiAn wAnG Art studio

E

f

G

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A. jAck wALLAcE GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

d. cindy hAn GrAdE 3 jiAn wAnG Art studio

b. justin vAn GinkEL GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL c. MAssiMo MidoLo GrAdE 7 st. juLiA biLLiArt cAthoLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A. jiLLiAn sEGoviA GrAdE 7 st. vincEnt dE pAuL cAthoLic schooL

d. tAysEAn noLAn GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

b. frAnk dEcAriA GrAdE 7 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL

E. LEiGh LiM GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL

c. stEphAniE MAry AbAAn GrAdE 7 st. juLiA biLLiArt cAthoLic schooL

f. dAniEL zEno GrAdE 2 st. AndrEw cAthoLic schooL G. kELLy hu GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

249

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A

250

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A. chELsEA sAntoo GrAdE 5 north kipLinG junior MiddLE schooL

b. hAfsA syEdA GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL c. ALinA bAdEA GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL d. sALinA sAMEM GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

b

c

d

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A. nELson MEjiA GrAdE 2 our LAdy of pEAcE cAthoLic schooL b. MEGAn dA costA GrAdE 4 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

A

b

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c. jAcky Lou GrAdE 8 jiAn wAnG Art studio d. yvon roch quiMoyoG GrAdE 3 our LAdy of pEAcE cAthoLic schooL

c

d

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A. brAdLEy siMion GrAdE 7 bEdford pArk junior pubLic schooL

d. juLiA Luo GrAdE 6 jiAn wAnG Art studio

b. ALExis tAtE GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL c. zohAib AhMEd GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A

b

c

d

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A. robyn MAyEr GrAdE 7 st. LukE cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

E. jordAn schuLtE GrAdE 8 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL

b. MichAEL hAddAd GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL

f. jiLLiAn sEGoviA GrAdE 7 st. vincEnt dE pAuL cAthoLic schooL

c. rAMAnjot toor GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

G. tyLor vAn dor vELdEn GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

d. juLiA bAvA GrAdE 5 st. cLEMEnt cAthoLic ELEMEntry schooL

E

f

G

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A

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A. Arooj hussAin GrAdE 12 winston churchiLL coLLEGiAtE institutE

b. sAMAnthA downiE GrAdE 6 bEdford pArk junior pubLic schooL c. Luvy Lu xu GrAdE 6 bAyviEw MiddLE schooL d. EMiLy zhEnG GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

b

c

d

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A. biAncA MAGdAonG GrAdE 7 st. juLiA biLLiArt cAthoLic schooL b. ruobinG chEn GrAdE 3 MAckLin pubLic schooL

A

b

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c. christiAn cicco GrAdE 2 st. AndrEw cAthoLic schooL d. EAston crAiG GrAdE 4 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

c

d

261

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A. bonniE hAowEn shEn GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

d. sArA MEco GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL

b. trEssA joELLE GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

E. biAncA frAnciosA GrAdE 2 st. AndrEw cAthoLic schooL

c. MichAEL huAnG GrAdE 3 MAckLin pubLic schooL

f. Eric GutiErrEz GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL G. AMAndA butLEr GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

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A. cArEy LEMEsuriE GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL b. sAMArdEEp LidhAr GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

A

b

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c. AbbiE Li GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio d. chArLEnE hErnAndEz GrAdE 1 our LAdy of pEAcE cAthoLic schooL

c

d

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A. isAbEL AMEntA GrAdE 8 sir richArd w. scott cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL

d. ELspEth fonsEcA GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL

b. LiAnA nAccArAto GrAdE 2 st. AndrEw cAthoLic schooL c. kAyLA hArris GrAdE 3 chiEf dAn GEorGE pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

267

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A

b

c

d

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A. jAMiLA MALAM GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL b. toM Liu GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio c. AnGiE LAu GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL

E. LiLy chEn GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio f. jEnnifEr yinG GrAdE 1 jiAn wAnG Art studio G. uswA AhMEd GrAdE 8 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

d. LucAs kLEinE GrAdE 4 fr. frEdErick McGinn ELEMEntAry schooL

E

f

G

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A

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A. cEciLiA xiA GrAdE 3 jiAn wAnG Art studio

b. nAncy chiu GrAdE 10 AppLEby coLLEGE c. kAthErinE pricE GrAdE 5 st. EdwArd cAthoLic schooL d. MArA GAGiu GrAdE 7 northLEA ELEMEntAry And MiddLE schooL

b

c

d

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A. ritA GAo junior kindErGArtEn jiAn wAnG Art studio b. sonALi pAuL GrAdE 7 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

A

b

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c. kArMAn sAnjhA GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL d. MArco MAncini GrAdE 7 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL

c

d

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A. sArA MArks GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

d. ibrAhiM MohAMMEd GrAdE 4 huntEr’s GLEn junior pubLic schooL

b. sydnEy cELLi GrAdE 7 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL

E. sofiA kAyE GrAdE 6 bEdford pArk junior pubLic schooL

c. dEnvEr shEn GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

f. GiLL hAwkins GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL G. jEAn hAn GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

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A. john kristiAn sALAzAr & MAnuEL GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL

d. bryAn zhAnG GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

b.MAdison thoMAs GrAdE 4 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL c. kEArA wiLson GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A

b

c

d

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A. hAnshEn wAnG GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio b. hEbA shAhAEd GrAdE 5 bEndALE junior pubLic schooL c. MELissA dE LucA GrAdE 7 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL d. ALLy wArinG GrAdE 6 bEdford pArk junior pubLic schooL

E. suriEErAt nAkpu GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL f. joshuA MArk GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL G. hELEn yAnG GrAdE 4 MAckLin pubLic schooL

E

f

G

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A

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A. GrAcE xiAnG GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

b. kAtE coLEnbrAndEr GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL c. ELizAbEth tuoMi GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL d. victoriA wiLd GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

b

c

d

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A. sAnA Minott GrAdE 4 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL b. shArron Lou GrAdE 2 jiAn wAnG Art studio

A

b

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c. sArAh GiLLiAGAn GrAdE 2 princE of pEAcE cAthoLic schooL d. Luis pALAcios rEyEs GrAdE 2 our LAdy of pEAcE cAthoLic schooL

c

d

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A. rAchEL LEvy GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

d. LAurA cArson GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

b. ELiA AddArio GrAdE 8 st. pEtEr’s cAthoLic schooL

E. ALExis kAinG GrAdE 6 popE john pAuL ii cAthoLic schooL

c. syLvAn pAuL pArkEs GrAdE 6 sMithfiELd MiddLE schooL

f. sELinA chunG GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio G. GrAcE wu GrAdE 4 jiAn wAnG Art studio

A

b

c

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d

E

f

G

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A. jEssiE zhou GrAdE 5 jiAn wAnG Art studio b. yAnLinG chEn GrAdE 3 MAckLin pubLic schooL

d. cAMEron donoAhuE GrAdE 7 GLEnviEw sEnior pubLic schooL

c. LAurEn conovEr GrAdE 6 whitnEy junior pubLic schooL

A

b

c

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d

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A. dAniEL cAponE GrAdE 3 fAthEr frEdErick McGinn cAthoLic ELEMEntAry schooL b. shAron huAnG GrAdE 4 MAckLin pubLic schooL

A

b

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Wings of Hope is a collection of inspirational words and images celebrating the beauty of life. A collaboration between PREPSKILLS and the Children’s Cancer Foundation, the Wings of Hope book raises money toward cancer sufferers and survivors, and offers support. The book also gets students from over a hundred primary and secondary schools involved in raising awareness about cancer.

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A Collection of Inspirational Words and Images Celebrating the Beauty of Life


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