*Laurie Kolp Poetry*

Tween at the Store
by Laurie Kolp

Why do I have to walk behind you
like I’m not even here?
Can’t you see me?
I’m your daughter.
You know, the one you
brought into this world.
I need you, Mom,
but you shoo me away.
I feel like nothing
standing here waiting for you
to check expiration dates on milk;
sandwiched between the cart and freezer.
I’m trapped and can’t escape, Mom.
You wouldn’t know that, though.
You have those ear buds plugged in
and me plugged out.
Is your music more important to you?
Oh, I hear your phone;
you’ll be quick to get that.
I’ll just follow you.
I’m here.