Poetry

For No One

Mara Schiffhauer

I watch herFrom the gardenA baby girlWobbling around, like a buoyOn a choppy ocean,Batting playfullyAt her rainbow of toys,Her blue eyes,Darting around the room.Her mother softly coos,“So big,”With a pearly smileDrifting gently up her face.The baby shootsHer tiny fingersTowards the heavens.The mother,Clapping and cheering,Tells everyone.

But when IWas a sprout,Nestled warmIn my cocoon of soil,Like the jelly encasedIn a fluffy doughnut,Soaking up the nutrients,Readying for my awakening,The thunder boomed to me,“So big!”With its blinding smileShooting straight to the ground.I sprawled outMy verdant fingersAnd rocketed to the sky,My tiny heart fullOf pure pride;All the creatures in the forestSaw me,But they toldNo one.

For No One Mara Schiffhauer
Mara Schiffhauer, 12
Tabernacle, New Jersey

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