A Short Girl Like Me
March 22, 2018
A long night
after a long day
for a short girl like me…
can only mean
one thing for sure,
but i don’t know what it might be.
A long night
after a long day
for a short girl like me…
can only mean
one thing for sure,
but i don’t know what it might be.
If only i could freeze time and live in this speckled sunshine.
This spoken poem is about an apple tree that was in my yard as a kid. In fact, it’s still there. Shasta and i really did eat apples from it, too.
Do thunderstorms scare you, too?
My grass is really tall. Perhaps i should mow it?
What’s your favorite midnight snack? What’s that? Boiled peanuts? Me, too!!