The Poem

I was wondering around My kitchen When I saw this letter Sitting on the counter It was blue and white I recognized it as A envelope from poetry.com I looked at it knowing It was my mom’s mail I stared at it for A long time But I couldn’t resist So I picked it up I didn’t have to Open it to see The poem my mom Had written I could see the poem Through the clear plastic The poem was called Little Girl As I read the poem I froze because I suddenly Realized it was about Me as a little girl I wanted to cry As I kept on reading it I just wanted To cry Because It was the poem That made me sees my mom Does understand Me