i hadn’t known your name
more than four hours before we
got lost in the the familiarity of my hands
in your mane, taking in breaths of school shirts and
sunday clothes and
christmas sweaters and
wondering how we could ever let go.
i’ve walked tightropes in hallways,
kissed the lion on his nose,
watching crows perched on courtyard
benches, waiting for the wire to
snap.
we’ve slept until bedsheets
tattooed themselves into our skin,
learned to play connect the dots with
the stars on our cheeks, and
wiped my tears with each broken
syllable of goodbye,
savior
So proud of you Mia and I treasure one of your early poems written by a sweet 9-year-old Fourth Grader! Blessings to you as you share your talent.
Thank you so much for checking out the site! I remember having one of my elementary school poems framed in the library and being so proud of it. <3