His House 3 Poem by Kelsey Tennant
His House 3
Going to his house
Was so cool.
Seeing another side of him,
Joking with his mom,
Playing around,
Presenting with me,
Creating food.
I snuck a look into his room,
Feels like I saw the more personal side.
Seeing his paintings.
(I didn't know he painted.)
His mom reminded me of mine.
She was funny.
I wish I could stay there
Like a bug on the wall.
Just watching.
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