When I was a little girl,

Many times I'd ome home from school

Crying, and my mom would ask me why.

It was usually something some little boy said to me,

Or he pulled his chair away from mine,

Closer to some other girl.

And my mom would say, "They like you,

But they don't know how to show it."

I'm so very thankful for you.

I wish I could express

My feelings of tender loving kindness.

I love you,

But I don't know how to show it.

It'd be illegal in seven states

If I let loose and let you know it.

So here I am

Crying again,

My mom not here to cry to,

And this early in the morning,

There's nowhere else to fly to.

I'll try to walk a finer line

Next time, but I'll still blow it,

Because I'm in love with you,

But I don't know how to show it.

-jenn