Questions MAG

September 9, 2010
By Natalie Beal SILVER, Park City, Utah
Natalie Beal SILVER, Park City, Utah
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Warm maternal fingers run through your hair
You lean in close and can feel her warmth
She asks you something but you don't quite hear it
You have been asked this question millions of times
But your response can never be the same
Little girls say princess, young boys say firefighter
Warm maternal fingers run through your hair
You are asked this question once again
This really means something
You take a deep breath in and smile
And answer

The author's comments:
I wrote this because when someone asks you what you want to be when you grow up you feel very important and loved. I think we all loved being asked this growing up.

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irishlass317 said...
on Aug. 21 2012 at 9:49 pm
irishlass317, Jefferson City, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I asked Jesus 'How much do you love me?' He answered 'This much.' And He streched out His arms and died."

I love this, especially if you read it like I did, and did not read your comment until after. You did a wonderful job in writing this poem by describing the question in such a way that we did not have to be told what you were talking about. I love it!! :)

on Oct. 7 2010 at 11:30 am
Maddie Reed SILVER, Park City, Utah
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I like this. Well done :)

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