The Wrinkle Mystery
Written on 9/26/2022
Updated on 9/27/2022
by Gail DeBole
The young boy was watching his mom
Straighten sheets on his bed with her palms.
He began scratching his head
Looked at the floor and his bed
And seemed to be mildly alarmed.
The young boy who was not quite four,
Said, “The wrinkles are not on the floor.
It did not take long
For them to be gone,
But why did they not fall to the floor?"
Copyright © Gail Debole | Year Posted 2022
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