LittleA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
Love
is when your parents stare down into your cedar crib to watch your little rib cage breathe in and out Love is when your grandmother carries you to the kitchen and sets your little bum on the counter to watch her cook lunch Love is these insignificant little things stepping on your heels
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Added on October 21, 2014 Last Updated on October 21, 2014 Author
Emmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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