Knowing that I like to showcase her poems on Poetry Friday, my 13-year-old daughter has written me a series of poems specifically for Poetry Friday. Here is the first one.
Tessa in Wonderland
Part I I remember falling Out of that tree’s Strong arms, The ground crumbling Beneath me As I fell into that Sinkhole. At least, that’s what I thought It was at the time Everyone Told me that I had Had a bad dream But I knew it was anything but A dream.
I fell through the hole Yelling as loud as I could Limbs flailing, Then I hit the ground, And I continued to yell As I rolled Down a hill, Scraping my knees Ripping my grass-stained overalls My tumble only stopped When a huge oak tree, Ironically the same kind that I had Fallen out of Stopped my journey After that It was only Darkness
Wonderland was a scary place No one trusted the other Rabbits talked Flowers sang Trees indulged in meaningful conversation A girl from the otherworld, Like me, Is regarded like a freak Because we hardly ever make it down there. Wonderlanders had their own Troubles, It was surprising I made it out Alive.