don't slouch
mother always yells
when I see her
my back straightens
as if on remote control
to become
that shiny raindrop
a long journey
as I sit polishing
each thought into a poem
don't slouch
mother always yells
when I see her
my back straightens
as if on remote control
to become
that shiny raindrop
a long journey
as I sit polishing
each thought into a poem