Seven [Poem]

if you wish to romanticize the woman i became

then say you’ll remember me

standing in a nice dress

staring at the sunset

or you could begin at the beginning

and it that case

please picture me in the trees

i hit my peak at seven

feet in the swing

over the creak

i was too scared to jump in

but i was high

in the sky

with pennsylvania under me

are there still beautiful things

sweet tea in the summer

cross your heart and tеll no other

and though I can’t recall your face

i still’vе got live for you

your braids make a pattern

love you to the moon

and to saturn

passed down like folk songs

your live lasts so long