Her name was Amy
She was in my second grade class
Sat in the desk
Across the isle from me
Bright blue eyes
Sandy colored hair
Beautiful she was
Her name was Amy
At lunch
We would laugh and talk together
At recess we'd join the other kids
And play games
Her name was Amy
Did I love her
I was to young to know
I liked her
That much I did know
Her name was Amy
Her family moved away
That summer
I think I cried
After all these years
I still think of her fondly
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Saturday, September 1, 2018
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