For Muia

A sweet smile

on her face.

A gleam of power

in her eye.

She doesn't care

what you think.

She does whatever

she wants.

Her essence is praised

by all around her.

Her youth is wanted

by elders everywhere.

People remember her.

People forget her.

As she walks,

she brings happiness.

As she dances, smiles,

and flowers grow.

Her name is

CHILDHOOD

and she is here

forever.

by FE, 8th grade, 2007

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This poem was written for a English project on childhood i wrote in 8th grade.

My inspiration was Maya.

She was my description of childhood.

MAYA, I love ya!! You are my inspiration for everything!

Thanks for all the excitement you give me. HAPPY 7th BIRTHDAY!!! NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS AND ALWAYS BE YOUR ADORABLE SELF!!!

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