Vera Sidhwa


Grass in My Lawn


When I was a little girl,
My lawn was my living room,
With a lush green carpet,
And one blade of grass to bloom.


I chewed on this single blade.


I read a plethora of books,
This little girl.
While I looked,
I chewed on this blade of grass.


My mother asked me to come to dinner,
But I would rather casually read.
Sci-fi was a ton,
Of fun.
More than what my mother would feed.


One day, I actually saw the lawn,
I actually looked at the blade I chewed.
I realized the grass blades were as many,
As the words in my books.

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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  • Brian Jani (6/29/2014 5:10:00 AM)

    sitting on green freshly smelling lawn has a relaxing effect.well done on this poem (Report) Reply

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