I’m permitted to write about my daughter once more as long as I publish her works.
Poems by Alyssa
Up on the shelf, a piece of chocolate awaits me.
I know waits for me to eat it, but it is very high up on the shelf.
I try to get it but my hands get sweaty.
I ask my dad for it.
He gets the chocolate granola bar, with me waiting right next to him.
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