PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You flip the pages of your textbook

As I am entrapped in the inferno

Your bushy wild hair, flies in the wind

And you seem to let all your cares

            fly with it

You glance at me, in admiration

Or in disgust, I'll never know

And you whisper numbers to yourself

homework en mathematique

But thinking in English

You glance again, seemignly, for acknowledgement

You ar eof 10 years at most

You have promise, but I hope you dont throw it away

"Hey", I say

And you respond in a raspy voice, like your mom

Or how I'd imagine her

Keep with this

Not every 10 year old makes me think