Mommy

I can’t sing with you
except I can do a poem
I can do it like
I can do for the
fireworks show
I know how you feel
but I can’t really sing with you
I’m going to be sitting on my towel
I’m going to be sharing my towel with daddy.


July 3, 2007 3:00pm
Poem by Shanequa Lynn Foss, age 5 (and a half)


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