tiny strawberry

i think i will never see
a fruit as lovely as a strawberry.

a berry that smells so yummy and sweet
my heart would flutter, and skip a beat.

a berry whose presence brings me delight,
no matter how small, no matter how slight.

a berry upon which my eyes would gaze,
dreaming of summer's glory days.

upon whose surface i would puncture,
savoring the sweetness of our juncture.

writing poems is great and it brings me glee,
but oh how i wish i could have
another strawberry.

- baxter, 6.25 years old :)