The Things I See

And here, I pen,
just what I see:
Them any things surrounding me.
yellow carrots, lillies, emoticons,
I see as I sit back and yawn.
A pencil sharpener, a mouse that clicks
a cake looks like its made from
brownie mix.
As i sit and think of you,
I notice my mom's flip-flop shoe.
See some papers,
on the floor,
I look at an old cupboard door.
All of the things that I see
hold open opportunity
to draw and write
with all my might
'bout why they're here for me.