Poem
"When Paper Clips Were Still Important"
When paper clips were still important
I used to watch the little red lights on the modem
And tell my mom that
Her story
Was being sent to the newspaper
And borrow her pens
And little yellow notebooks
Pretending to write stories of my own
I used to imagine paper being sent through that wire
My mom taught me how to sew
When I was six
She put me in piano lessons
When I was four
Because I asked
And she
was superwoman.
When paper clips were still important
I used to watch the little red lights on the modem
And tell my mom that
Her story
Was being sent to the newspaper
And borrow her pens
And little yellow notebooks
Pretending to write stories of my own
I used to imagine paper being sent through that wire
My mom taught me how to sew
When I was six
She put me in piano lessons
When I was four
Because I asked
And she
was superwoman.