My Special Place

The grass waved

At me from our front window
Indian paintbrush flowers
Peeked out of the grass
Waiting for us
The tree in the distance
Served us for many things
Tea parties
With my friends and sister
Or a lookout for intruders
Always safe
A good place to hide
Yet we shared it with creatures
Squirrels
Looking like very adventurous mustaches
And spiders
Disrupting our nice tea parties with screams
But now when I look out
Of that old front window
There is no grass
Or flowers
And tree to take shade under
Instead
There is a field of houses
But they can’t be picked and given to my mom
Or wave at me in the wind
Or give shade for tea parties
No
My favorite place fell
Under construction.

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