I'll Never understand
Sitting against our coffee table
I let out a sigh
I'll never understand what my mom see's in this movie
The movie is near ending
I'm near rejoicing
Yet somehow my mom is crying
Time pasts
I'm bored
I go to the closet and pull out "Miss Potter"
I guess I'll give it another try
Skipping the previews
I glance boredly at the cover
I'll never understand what my mom see's in this movie
Now the movie is nearing again
I'm near rejoicing
Yet somehow I am crying
I totally understand what my mom saw in this movie
This poem is about:
Me