Lorene Kinsey Poems
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Leaves of green are turning fast
Another wonderful year has passed
Bigger now than the one before
Learning everyday more and more.
This year coming, I promise to
More gently touch, what belongs to you
And when you are not looking
My fingers will find
Whatever I may believe is mine
And quickly now, I will snatch and run
Should you catch me sneaking into fun.
And if the urge to climb should pass,
Don’t you worry, mommy, I promise
To grasp, but please don’t scream
If I should be, very high or I might leap.
I’m looking forward to a special year,
Older than me,
put myself in your way
wishing you wouldn't leave,
you would give in to the mystery
that was me, —
wanted to explode