If you ever read Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult this is a poem of what Sophie been thinking when her grandfather was put in jail. Enjoy!
Everything is spiraling out,
Flying on a airplane to Arizona,
I asking mommy: "Mommy, is grandpa okay?"
Everything was getting confusing.
Learning new things from a girl,
We keep moving on and on without visiting grandpa,
I asking mommy: "When is grandpa coming back?"
Now I am really confused because she
explains but it makes no sense.
What did you think because I can write little poems
with Sophie view of things.