As I sit inside on this Sunday,
I seem to wonder why?
Why am I here and not there,
under that blue sky?
Instead of sitting here
listening to mowers cut away,
I could be going out the door,
when kids come and ask to play.
I could be riding, having fun
on a purple bike.
But no, I have to stay inside,
that's something I don't like.
When I look out the window
seeing kids shoot,
I wonder, why can't I
put the ball into the hoop?
It's all because my mom,
misunderstood again.
If I were God, you know what?
I'd make that a sin.
Please tell me what you think
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I think your Mom would understand.
You make me laugh with this, only because I so know where you're coming from. I hope you know it wasnt your mother's fault. Right?
Agree with me here, Im a Mom to
Okay, thank you for your words, and I wish you all the beest.
Love,
jin
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Well done!!
I don't remember the day, but I remember running across this poem when picking up your room a bit. I was so thrilled to read your beautiful writing. I think if you begin to write more often, you will grow so much in many areas of your life.
This reminds me of the things I wrote when I first started writing. Definitely between a teardrop and a sigh, with innocence.
Best wishes in the contest.
Love you...
Sam (big Sam)
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