6 years……...
I see her fiery red hair just a vividly as she sees the scenes in the books she reads.
“Dr. Suess” on my left and “Wonder” on my right, I watch over her as she sleeps each night.
7 years…...
I see her tell her mom that she is scared of the monster hiding in her overfilled closet.
Pillow to my left, blanket on the bed, I watch over her as I rest snuggled close to her head.
11 years….
I see her as she decorates her room with pictures of friends and loved ones.
Mother to her left and friendship in It's frame, I watch carefully as she labels them each by name.
12 years…..
I see her crying silently she hugs me tightly as she tries over and over to dry her face.
Tears on my left, surrounded in hugs, I watch always silent, gladly her sponge.
14 years….
I see her growing up imagining her own stories and beginning to apply makeup.
Pencil on my left, eraser on my right I am her first source of creativity as she begins to write.
15 years….
I see her as she prepares for a slumber party, “I'm sorry” she tucks me away.
Darkness on my left and darkness on my right I will no longer be able to protect her at night.
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Evolution Of Everything
PoezjaA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...
