By Stephanie Bermudez-Cruz


I should have known better

You never returned my letter

I held onto small shards of hope

As if I’d learned from Benedict the Pope

You gave me wings to fly

I soared so high in the sky

Too close to the sun I flew

As your devious plan brew

So suddenly as I rose, I fell

Freefalling—calling to you

To see if this was true

Of course, I knew:

I had a clue or two…

But I tried to make sweet lemonade

Of your impenetrable barricade

You threw me more than one grenade

And you didn’t even flinch

You Grinch!

I thought I was doomed

Then slowly I learned to heal my wounds

With the passing moons

Now I am better

I need no letter