#deargramma
See me now!
You would be so proud.
[With a hug and a smile.]
You have, only, seen a shroud
Of my poetry. You thought that
My swearing was unbecoming of me
But, look—see me now.
I wish that I could take my poetry
Up to Heaven with me, when I see you
And you would hug me, when I’d say,
See what I can do with, only, words,
My only weapon, but when I get up there
I want to be **** and without baggage,
Though, that would be the best present
To: Myself.
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC