A poem a day, gives my heart its say
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"So yeah! That was it! I can't believe that happened mama!" I place my hands down to rest on my lap. Giddiness tickles my soul. I've been dying all day to tell her what happened at school.
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Quiet sounds fill the silence, out of curiosity I look and find that it's coming from her phone. My eyes finally land on hers. She's not looking at me.
A lump forms on my throat. I hold back my tears. This shouldn't be something I should cry about. It'll only worsen her mood. "Mama?" My voice cracks.
No verbal response—just a nod. My tongue feels heavy anyway. I stop speaking.
A poem based off a pattern I've noticed whenever I talk to my mom and she has her phone with her.
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- Part 1 of A poem a day, gives my heart its say
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Rhythmically, I tap my pencil on my cheek, waiting for my thoughts to fall in place. My ears pick up a sound. Tap, tap, tap. There's rain dripping from the roof!
I laugh as I imagine the rain mocking my tapping. I continue my work and while doing so, I hum. It's small and quiet, insignificant really. But then, the rain picks up and I wonder if they're telling me to pick up the pace also.
A poem based on my interaction with the rain as I did my schoolwork. ☁︎‧₊˚☔︎︎
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- Part 2 of A poem a day, gives my heart its say
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It's a four hour road trip? Okay well, I'll put my earphones on and take a short nap!
I find a comfortable position and drift off.3 hours later
That was not a short nap.
A poem based on what just happened a few minutes ago.
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- Part 3 of A poem a day, gives my heart its say
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"Please get an easy one, please get an easy one, please please please," I whisper under my breath. I watch as the digital wheel stops and confetti shoots out. "Longing?" I ask aloud, quickly covering my face in embarrassment.
My classmates laugh. "Yes Jade, longing. What do you long for?" My teacher talks over their laughter.
I pause to think. She laughs, "don't answer me, write a poem."
Without a second thought I scramble to find my pen and paper. What do I long for?
A poem on what I long for.
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