Ella
By Corynn Bernhardt
I’m going to eat
The strawberry treat.
A nine-year-old once wrote me.
She was drawing a picture
When I was with her,
A picture I was going to keep.
As I sat on the chair
I started to stare
Out the window at the morning fog.
Across the table she beckoned,
Asked me a question:
Why did you give away
your dog?
I thought in my head,
This question I dread,
Because I didn’t like the answer.
While looking outside
The fog began to rise
Knowing she was ready for me to tell her.
I took a deep breath
Turned to her and said,
I wasn’t ready for the
responsibility.
She looked into my eyes
And to my surprise
Responded: I support
you fully.
A smile smeared on my face
Like butter on bread for taste.
This child is so lovely.
She looked back down
As she picked up a crayon
And finished her picture for me.
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