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.