The girl

A girl tired from a long drive,
Put her bag on the table,

Put her bottle and lunchbox on there,
Her homework there too,
The sounds of the bees and the teacher talking,
She put the sun shine there too,
On the table she put her fullness and worries,
Put on her worries of what she doing tomorrow,
She puts Her stuff she is thinking of there,
She put her family and friends there to,
Her love and hate there,
The table was worried about its legs,
But was strong enough to do this,
She keep putting things on.

by Rhea