The Poem
I was wondering around
My kitchen
When I saw this letter
Sitting on the counter
It was blue and white
I recognized it as
A envelope from
poetry.com
I looked at it knowing
It was my mom’s mail
I stared at it for
A long time
But I couldn’t resist
So I picked it up
I didn’t have to
Open it to see
The poem my mom
Had written
I could see the poem
Through the clear plastic
The poem was called
Little Girl
As I read the poem
I froze because
I suddenly
Realized it was about
Me as a little girl
I wanted to cry
As I kept on reading it
I just wanted
To cry
Because
It was the poem
That made me sees my mom
Does understand
Me
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