"Mommy? What's wrong?"
"Nothing Emma. Have lots of fun."
I said,
As I looked up
From your sparkling Mary Janes,
To your rosy red cheeks,
You smile,
You run,
Into,
Your first days of school.
So smart already.
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Emma
PoetryFollowing her life, From her family's point of view, In poetry. Kinda. A very rough draft, awaiting to be edited.
