In the fall of 2015, the children in my classroom wrote a Peace Book; what they thought peace really was, through their eyes. The book was genuine: my new baby sister, the ocean, reading a book, dinner with my family, and so much more. It is a treasure. I vividly remember Lucca’s entry, his beloved doll that had belonged to his mother. Back in the day, his grandmother frantically tried to find a Cabbage Patch doll for her daughter and finally found one, a black one. Of course Lucca’s mom loved the doll. Better yet, Lucca adored that doll and named her Black Baby. She is peace!
Peace is my new baby sister,
Butterflies and stars,
And playing outside.
Peace looks like a heart,
A gingerbread house,
Peace is Black Baby and cookies,
The ocean and reading.
Peace looks like the beach, my dog,
Dinner with my…
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