Someday L. will fall down
And get scrapes on the heels of her hands
The kind of scrapes with little pieces of gravel stuck inside
And I might not be there to give her a kiss
Or hold her tight when she cries
* Day 8 of the KidLitosphere Poem-A-Day Challenge for National Poetry Month.
But because of the mother you are ---she will always carry you with her! - Amanda on Shanna's computer!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine that was a difficult realization to have. The way you expressed it, in poetry, was quite moving.
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