I sit here at the big square table in one of my favoret classes today.
I sit here with less thoughts on my mind, this isn’t right.
I sit here now and my eyes can stop scanning.
I sit here and I count nine yellows, one blue, and one brown.
I sit in one of these eleven green lawn chairs that are so weak and flimsy.
I sit with my back slouched over, my face six inches from kissing the white sheet of paper with clueless word, make no sence.
I sit here and I now here the beautiful sounds and giggles coming out of the yellows
I sit here with a smile on my face then realize I’m not the only yellow that smiles.
I sit here and notice the room is cold.
I sit here in this chair, my nose can smell in the air and its 37min tell dinner.
I sit here as a 33 year old, once was a mother of three, once was wild and free, once was important and needed, once was this person used to be.
Renee Hendren
September 25, 2017 — 6:35 pm
This is my poem,lol, my name is Renee Henderson and I go to the Stone Soup every Monday to continue my favorite class of creative writing
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October 2, 2017 — 11:32 am
Hi Renee! So glad to find you here and to connect a writer to this poem. Hope we can get more of your work up here!