Rhymes Aside
Blonde hair in pigtails
and those curious blue eyes.
She lived in a fairytale
Dad's joy and pride.
One day he left home
she didn't understand.
Mom said it had been coming
but seemed rather sad.
The girl gave up
she had lost all hope.
If it wasn't for a few grown-ups
she'd still be looking through that microscope.
All her rainy days disappeared
though some are still foggy.
And everything she's forgone
doesn't seem quite so groggy.
Rhymes aside,
she's really happy where she is.
She met some good people
and spread her wings.
This poem is about:
Me
My family