one I know a lot of things About a lot of things But the thing I know the most about Is me Stevie I know that I am eleven years and two months old And that my hair is brown And my eyes are green And I'm allergic to peanuts I know I have a mum Whose room is right next to mine And that sometimes we tap and scratch on the wall at night Morse code is good for scaring nightmares away I know that I know I have a dad And I know that he lives far away And I know that's not my fault And I know that that's OK I know that I have a funny name Because the doctors said my mum was going to have a baby boy But then I popped out A slimy wriggly baby girl And she liked the name too much by then So Stevie it was And Stevie I am I know I like the color purple And things that sparkle And science and books And cats and stars and space I know that I broke my pinkie finger once And that now It sticks out funny I know I'm afraid of zombies and clowns And not much else I know I can be brave But that sometimes it's hard I know a lot About me There's only one thing In the whole of me That I don't know It's something funny It's in my chest And sometimes my tummy And always my head It's a fizzy feeling Warm and squishy And it makes me blush And it only happens When I look at my friend Chloe And I don't know what it is Exactly Excerpted from Deepest Breath by Meg Grehan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
