(for mccabe, and wend.- xx)
at sweet mama wendy's suggestion, i sat down the other day and helped gray out with an "i am" poem.
she kept it pretty deep and appropriate until the third to last line.
but that's gray. she's just like that.
i am gray
i am talented and artistic
i wonder about when my recorder will come in
i hear my family's voice
i see all the paintings
i want to touch the moon
i am talented and artistic
i pretend to be an explorer
i feel that everything is magical
i touch the sun
i worry when somebody toots in my face and it's really splashy
i cry when i go to weddings
i am talented and artistic.
enjoy this sunday! xx
