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Jenny Smith Poem
There is no light that shines as bright
as my autistic brother’s smile-
makes the hard times seem worthwhile,
makes our crazy world seem right.
There is no touch that means as much
as my dear baby brother’s cuddle-
everything’s less of a muddle,
everything’s in that tight clutch.
There is no word that’s better heard
than one from my little brother’s lips,
when he makes sense among the blips,
when we make sense of the absurd.
There is no day that seems okay
without a laugh from my kid brother-
I’d take him over another,
I’d take him though he’s this way.
That’s all I’ve got to say.
Copyright © Jenny Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Jenny Smith Poem
From the restaurant doors
Sweet aromas creep;
Food some can afford,
Others only in sleep.
Both starving, we rush-
'This place looks a delight!'-
But hungry fingers clutch
My flesh, plump and white.
'Namaste!' he says
And wiggles his head,
As I shiver in the face
Of the living dead.
Sharp breath- I turn
Towards the light,
And leave him to creep
Back into night
And let tastes so sweet
Overpower my sight.
Copyright © Jenny Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Jenny Smith Poem
One night, I heard a creaking sound,
Opened my eyes- nothing was found.
But I felt dizzy the next day;
Something had been taken away.
I got up, sat to have some toast,
Daydream about all I love most;
I tried to dream with all my might
But realized something wasn't right.
No dreams would come into my head,
My dream ability was DEAD.
I told my friend about my plight,
And the strange creaking in the night.
He shook his head with great dismay,
'The Dream-Snatcher's been round your way.'
'The Dream-Snatcher? Not heard of him!'
'Prepare for a story most grim.
He has no shape, cannot be seen
And does something so very mean,
Creeps in at night, and through your ear,
Sucks out your dreams, and blows in FEAR!
You then can't dream when you've awaken,
With no clue of what's been taken.
Instead of dreams, you're left with DOUBT,
Once that's in, it's hard to get out!'
'What do I do?' I cried in shock,
'How do I stop this dreaming block?'
My friend replied 'We must begin
By not allowing doubt to WIN.
In order to keep him at bay,
You must shout "DOUBT! Please go away!
I want to dream! I want to hope!
I believe there is an endless scope
To what I can do and achieve,
All I have to do is BELIEVE!"'.
I copied this, with one last shout:
'NO ROOM FOR YOU IN MY LIFE, DOUBT!'
'Good' said my friend, 'now tell me WHY
You can now bid this doubt goodbye.'
'Because I'm ambitious and smart,
Because I have an honest heart,
There's nothing standing in my way,
I have one life- let's seize the day!'
I felt a tingle in my brain
And in my heart- was I insane?
My friend said 'By your flushed red cheek
I see DOUBT's started to feel weak!'
'But,' I said, 'what if I fail?'
'FAIL's a word you EXHALE
Out of your head, out of your life,
Believing that word ends in strife.
Passion and the will to succeed
Are the two things in life you need.'
My heart began to tingle more
In a way it hadn't before,
'Wow!' said my friend, 'look at your face!
It's red! It's smiling! Now there's space
Where doubt once was, for DREAMS instead!
Dream away, pretty, fill your head!'
If a Dream-Snatcher comes tonight
To snatch your hopes right out of sight,
There's a friend who sometimes seems shy
But when you need him, is close-by,
called CONFIDENCE- Conny for short,
I'll leave you with this final thought-
Dream BIG, dream with limitless height-
Meet that Dream-Snatcher with a fight
When he comes for your dreams tonight.
Copyright © Jenny Smith | Year Posted 2011
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They mingle over the mangle,
bicker over the bike,
and how I lost
my life.
They scuttle around the scooter,
whisper ‘who does he know?’
as I’m sprawled out,
alone.
My face is crushed with crusty blood,
dust shames my bone-white shirt-
I don’t mean to
disturb.
I watch them as they walk away,
the bike goes for repair.
They know there’s life in that bike yet,
not in my stony stare.
No need for them
to care.
Copyright © Jenny Smith | Year Posted 2011
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