Monday, February 7, 2011
jUNE mARIE(A NINE YEAR OLD) POEM
hEY YOU COME AND HERE MY POEM iT WILL BE JUST FINE. iF YOU DONT LISTEN TO MY POEM, i WONT LET YOU READ MY MIND.
tHATS TOTALLY NINE, ISNT IT?:)
tHATS TOTALLY NINE, ISNT IT?:)
My Sister's Nightmares
I sit on the edge of her little four post bed.
Watching her stomach rise up and down.
I am sitting there stroking the soft blonde hair on her head.
Wondering how a sleeping child wears the opposite of a frown.
I hear her tiny breaths fill the room with melodious music.
But hen her smile turns to a frown, and her voice lets out a shout.
I gently place my hands on her and wake her without a doubt.
Then her eyes flutter open, and her tiny hand finds mine.
She wakes up and she slowly begins to forget her nightmare.
She wakes up and sloely begins to remember the silly pleasures of being nine.
Then she finds my ear and whispers just so I can hear
I LOVE YOU
Watching her stomach rise up and down.
I am sitting there stroking the soft blonde hair on her head.
Wondering how a sleeping child wears the opposite of a frown.
I hear her tiny breaths fill the room with melodious music.
But hen her smile turns to a frown, and her voice lets out a shout.
I gently place my hands on her and wake her without a doubt.
Then her eyes flutter open, and her tiny hand finds mine.
She wakes up and she slowly begins to forget her nightmare.
She wakes up and sloely begins to remember the silly pleasures of being nine.
Then she finds my ear and whispers just so I can hear
I LOVE YOU
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