After warm hugs from Grandma Dear,
I went to fetch my car with my mother.
Yet the spot was empty, my heart sank low,
Had it been towed? I didn't know.
Morning's light hinted at a field trip ahead,
But worry gathered, filling me with dread.
Still, with determination, I'd find a way,
For joy is in the journey, come what may.-- Nov 9, 2024 at 8:52 PM
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My Poetry book
PoetryAll these poems were copied from my Neobook account, so some look wonky. Poetry duh.