One of My Friends

One of my friends hums as she works,

one of her quirks.

And when she hums 

I don’t feel glum.

 

One of my friends chews on her hair

and I just stare,

she concentrates

despite hair’s fates.

 

One of my friends stares into space,

smile on her face.

At the blank sky

Her eyes rise high.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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