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My River

My river begins with hunger.
My mother calls me in my mind.
As I hear her,
Hear her,
as she sees me,
I fell that I can touch her
and smell the perfume of her body.
She is a daily memory
as if she passes by me
with her smell of cheetah.

Kayla, 4th grade


This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Please go to www.witsblog.org or www.witshouston.org to learn more.


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