When I was young,my teacher asked me to draw a picture.She looked down past my shoulderto…
in dreamland, they givefirst and seconds onfavorite meals — weeping eyes dry quicklyand…
a micropoem in response to the “How Do You Like Your Love” writing challenge by Tre L. Loadholt.
It’s a cloudy day, mum
I’d rather cry for him, accepting every ache as my ownto home, to keepat bay and away from his heart.
a little ball of energygrows stronger each daymindful of his surroundingslearning as he goeswhat will he teach me now?
