She awoke with a crook in her neck

and a frown on her face. 

Her hair in a whirl 

and life in distress


The thought of the little girl

that lived upstairs; 

her ribbons, floating in the air, were so so pretty.

she sat, and thought again.

she was alive. so she smiled

she asked for forgiveness and began her day.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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