This poem was created by a beautiful 11 year old sista from Plainfield NJ. Give her some love.
When and Where
Nadia's poem
The crescent moon cold and unforgiving
The water shrivvles as if something is bound to happen
I wait and wait and wait waiting for something....... anything .......... everything
I wonder" what if" I ask my self as I sit in my chair
Thinking wondering where is home when Will I get there?Is it up to the heavens or down to the bottom of the sea
Where is it is it waiting for me?
