Perspective Poem
I am Lucy
I wonder when Pop Pop will get here
I hear Tillman call me for my dinner
I see him put in the food with a scooper and add water
I want to gobble it up right now
I am drooling from my mouth
I pretend that I am eating it
I feel the warmth of the water touch water my face
I touch the food with my mouth
I understand that he didn’t say I could eat yet, but it taste so good
I say to myself, “Once I am done I am going to take a nap.”
I dream of me swimming at the pound
