The sun is about to
Touch the mountains
When Dada comes in
He is carrying
A black
Sketchbook.
I've seen that book
Many times before
Dada takes it
Nearly
Everywhere.
Dada sits down
Hands it to me
Tells me to look
Inside
This sketchbook.
The sketchbook
Is soft to my hand
I open the cover
And see
The book is blank.
Dada hands me a pen
It is as black
As the sketchbook
It fits
My very small hand.
When I was your age,
I would draw my
Hallucinations
It helped
Make them go away.
I stared at Dada
I would have questioned
But then I realized
Dada
Had had the same thing as me.
And still does.
(September 2014)
YOU ARE READING
See This World
DiversosMy name is Edyn I am seven years old. And today I saw something No one else could see Not because they weren't looking But because they Aren't me.
