A Key To Life? Poem by Brianna Richard

A Key To Life?



Cooing quietly when grandpa’s around,
Running naked like a mad little clown.
Falling in love
And marriage to boot.
Using a chair to help me scoot.
Saying goodbye
And meeting the man,
Peacefully sleeping under the land.
But why?
I wish I could tell you.

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Brianna Richard

Brianna Richard

Decatur, Indiana
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