How Was It? Poem by Shaneka Taylor

How Was It?



Getting things done
Goin home on my way to get some
Just sittin there
Moving closer toouching everywhere
Start on the bed
Rubbing his head
Doing things just for me
Moving fast I can hardly speak
Remembering every place
There will be someone else to fill dat space
Everything done nice and well
What else happened I will never tell! !

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