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by Shannon Adele

Hi mom.
I’m seven and I just
Want to let you know that
I’m not crying, I’m not
I just have a tiny piece of glass
Moving across my eyeball.
Hi mom. I’m sixteen
And you have cancer and you are dying
And I kind of wish that I had
A tiny piece of glass
In my eyeball and that way I could pretend
That I was crying. And that way I could
Pretend that I really really don’t want to.
Hi mom, I’m twenty two
And you’re just always crying about
Things that I’m doing and what’s with
That, because I almost always don’t
Even ever have any glass in or around
Any parts of any of my eyes.


Posted on 04/12/2007
Copyright © 2020 Shannon Adele

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/12/07 at 03:35 AM

Yeah, that happens to me sometimes. Obviously, it worked out quite well for you.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/12/07 at 02:07 PM

i loved the tiny piece of glass moving across my eyeball! this is sad and strong at the same time.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/09/08 at 08:17 PM

sometimes i wonder how many times we can write to our mothers. all of the things we have to say..

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