We traveled far, we were leaving,
The bags were packed, the boxes were sent,
The only thing left to be put in the car, was me
I was buckled tight, given books, a notepad, and a pencil
My mom and uncle sat up in front, preparing for this
The first couple hours, I napped, then I awoke
In my four year old voice I demanded my books,
They had fallen, and I, the boss, wanted them
Once they were back in my hands, I devoured them
I read the pages, telling my mom them,
When my mom slept, I told my uncle,
‘Practice your words,’ my mom told me, so I did
If I didn’t know a letter I yelled, ‘What’s R?’
‘What’s S?’ ‘M?’ ‘MOMMY.’
I might have almost caused a few accidents, but I didn’t
By the time we made it to California,
My books were read multiple times, my notepad full of letters,
I could read, I could write.
