Four Year Plan
The four-year plan
Was to go to school
Come home for holidays
To see both of you
The four-year plan
Was to be your daughter
Come home on weekends
To tell you I missed you
The four-year plan
Was never to burn you, put you in a box
Come home and kiss the mahogany
To tell you I wish we could talk
The four-year plan
Was never to feel afraid
Come home and hug Mom
To tell her I’m worried about her being alone
The four-year plan
Was never to be angry with you
Come home and ignore your box
To stare at it blankly because it isn’t you
The four-year plan
Included you
You erased yourself
Without my permission
Was to go to school
Come home for holidays
To see both of you
The four-year plan
Was to be your daughter
Come home on weekends
To tell you I missed you
The four-year plan
Was never to burn you, put you in a box
Come home and kiss the mahogany
To tell you I wish we could talk
The four-year plan
Was never to feel afraid
Come home and hug Mom
To tell her I’m worried about her being alone
The four-year plan
Was never to be angry with you
Come home and ignore your box
To stare at it blankly because it isn’t you
The four-year plan
Included you
You erased yourself
Without my permission
Biography
Rachel Paige Moore is a current undergraduate in the department of English at Virginia Tech. Her poems published in this edition were inspired by her father, whom she loves and dearly misses.
Rachel Paige Moore is a current undergraduate in the department of English at Virginia Tech. Her poems published in this edition were inspired by her father, whom she loves and dearly misses.