to P.J.
(2 yrs old who sed write a poem for me in Portlant, Oregon)
if i cud ever write a
poem as beautiful as u
little 2/yr/old/brotha,
i wud laugh, jump, leap
up and touch the stars
cuz u be the poem i try for
each time i pick up a pen and paper.
u and Morani and Mungu
be our blue/blk/stars that
will shine on our lives and
makes us finally BE.
if i cud ever write a poem as beautiful
as u, little 2/yr/old/brotha,
poetry wud go out of bizness.
Oh, I read that and burst out crying. Nice job, Sonia. (I get to read poems, folk tales, and other children's books for work this week.)
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I love that one, too.
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