Stuck in place
can't move a muscle
a smile sits upon my face
I always have to keep my grace
even when my mind is puzzled.
the games we play can be quite fun
until my mommy has to run
and then I sit and wait for hours
until she brings me some flowers
and then our time begins again
with fun and laughter 'til the end.
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Very interesting perspective, from a toy's point of view, maybe in the future write a poem about toy whose child has become to old to play with toys.
ReplyDeleteKatelyn, I really like how your poem is from such a different perspective, and maybe I could be reading in to it to far, but I feel like this could be feelings of a human as well
ReplyDeletei like the fact that its from a different perspective and your bringing life to object that usually isn't compared to humans
ReplyDeleteIts a really interesting perspective and I like how u talk about not being able to move and being completely dependent on "mommy".
ReplyDeleteClearly, your readers like this unique perspective. I especially like the first three lines of the poem - "the smile sits on my face" is a great example of using a creative verb that adds to the notion of stillness. I like the rhyme scheme for the first part of the poem:abaab. Why did you change it in the second part of the poem?
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