Poem in a Pocket Day

Yesterday was "Poem in a Pocket Day." You supposedly take a poem you like and put it in your pocket. When you see a friend, you take it out and show your friend your poem and your friend does the same.

I didn't know there was such a day, until yesterday. LoL. Ms. Lauer (my english teacher), told us about it and she said she thought she had told us about it. Apparently, she did not because the whole class knew nothing about it. Oh well. So she made today "Poem in a Pocket Day Part 2"

Today, I read a poem that I wrote. Honestly, I don't think there is anything special about it. I wrote it for fun based on myself. Anyway, when I was done reading my poem outloud to class, I looked at Ms. Lauer. She had an amazed face. Seriously. Her mouth was open and her eyes were like "OPEN." You get what I mean?

She liked my poem so much,

she was like, "Waverly, can I have a copy of your poem?"

My response, "Ummm... okay? Do you want this copy?"

Lauer, "As long as you have a copy in your computer or something."

Me,"Yeah, I have a copy."

I walk over and give her the paper with my poem on it.

I am *SHOCKED*

I really was shocked. There's nothing special about the poem and my classmates did not seem impressed by it. They all seemed bored. O.o Weird huh?

Well, this is the poem -

My Lullaby

Time for bed,

Mommy does not tuck me in,

She sings no lullabies.

Daddy does not read to me,

Neither fairytales nor princesses.

I switch off the lights,

And I crawl into bed.

Pull the covers over,

And curl up inside.

Goodnight, goodnight

I whisper to her.

My sister nearly asleep,

Between reality and dreams

I hear her breathing so calm.

No sheeps to count.

No stories to be told.

No songs to be sung.

No dolls to hold.

I lie there in the darkness

With my eyes wide open

Tossing and turning

Unable to fall into slumber

So I listen,

I listen for my sweet lullaby.

I hear my father’s bold footsteps

Walk pass my room

The television turned on

And a chair pulled out.

My mother and baby sister

I hear their melodious laughter

A giggle and a squeak

As they play together

My brother’s snore

What a funny sound

My sister’s breathing

So calm, so peaceful

What a soothing tune

I smile

My eyes feel heavy

I am somewhere in between

Reality and dreams

Goodnight

Slowly, I drift off to my slumber land.