Sunday, April 24, 2016
Iva
Iva
Dear Henry,
Yes, that's me --
on the outside.
Inside, I'm still the girl
who could out-race and out-spell you
with one arm tied
behind my back!
Keep sending your poems about the homeplace.
They're what's keeping the true me alive.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
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bygones,
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Poetry Month 2016,
story in verse
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That outfit. For tennis. That's quite remarkable, and worthy of respect. Fitting, for your poem.
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