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Grown Up Eyes MAG
November 15, 2017
I bit a carrot after my dad
told me it would help me see
I pulled my pants up
and told my friends I had
no belly button
I broke my brick red crayon
and ran to my teacher in awe
a boy kissed me on the cheek
and I asked my mom if we were married
Recess felt like a fairytale
Seeing mom after school; a dream
I bit a carrot after my dad
told me it would help me see
they must not grow
magic carrots anymore
because everything in front
of me is blurry
the future is fuzzed
what lies right in front of me
Is cloudy- out of focus.
© Michelle K., Vancouver, WA
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When I was younger my dad always told me that if I ate my carrots my eyesight would get better. This poem is based on that, and on the idea that children think simplistically when they are young. They also find pleasure in the small things, and this poem exploits that.