Reid@YWP

I'm looking in the mirror,

I don't match the picture on the screen,

should I be sad or pleased?

One click at a time,

one more scroll,

oops I fell down the rabbit hole.

Let me float

In a sea of poetry,

Words weaving my hair,

Verses like seawater

Trickling into my heart

And lapping against the shores

When I lean against my grandma 

On the green couch 

She talks about things that used to be 

Does that mean 

When I’m her 

My grandkids won’t understand 

In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.

My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill 

Tells me: 

‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’ 

Tells me: