Learning How to Read

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.