I followed Kennedy to the music room
I carried her guitar for her
I don't get why she wants to come to the room
She can't play with her arm!
She sits down and grabs a chair
For her and me with her good arm
I place the guitar down next to her
And she brushes the hair out of her eye
But only for a second
Then it falls back down.
"Can you play guitar
Or any instrument?"
She asks me
Her eye filled with a creative glint.
"No I can't
I wish I could."
I sigh and tell her
Giving her hopes up.
She hangs her head and sighs
Before standing up and walking over to the piano.
"I'll teach you.
How to play the paino
Carlos"
She said, tapping on a key
With her good index finger.
I like how she says my name
I stand up
Walk over to the bench
Sit down
And prepare to learn to play piano
With the best girl I know.
YOU ARE READING
Kennedy Maria Thomas
PoetryCarlos needs something to write about in his upcoming Literature Project. A poetry book consisting of at least fifty poems. There's a girl in his class who never talks and is very pretty. What if he writes about her?
