Poems

I have been tapping my fingerWiggling my toes I’ve counted the dirt specks on the hose My eyes are drooping, and I’m tiredNone of this seem desired I’ve drank 3 gallons of the sweetest juiceAnd the cap wasn’t loose I’ve baked a cookie, and a cakeAll the pastries I could possibly make I’m growing older Read more

Why does rain fall?Why does the sun shine?Why does my brother stand so tall?Why is my stuffy mine? Questions we ask are taken in our brainTucked in the folds for a rainy dayIf our minds are clear, we open those foldsAnd let our imaginations flow. Rain falls since they are the tooth fairy’s tearsThe sun Read more