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E.J. Smith Poem
Where's my baby?
Bring my baby!
She knew something was wrong
Who did she think she was
To risk having a child at forty-six?
The new love demanded it though
And she had prayed it would be all right
But it wasn't.
That exotic little face
Those almond eyes
The old doctor said put it away
It will never grow, it will never know you
It will be a vegetable.
Leave it where it will get the care it needs...
The care he needs?
I will care for him, he is my son.
I will love him and be proud of his accomplishments.
And he grew, and he loved
And accomplished much
His greatest feat being that of bringing
A family together together
Teaching them how to love
And to be proud of him.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012
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My heart bursts with pride
As she receives her honors
Third grade excellence.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Your beautiful skin
So smooth, so silky, so fine
My forbidden love.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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My eyes open
Am I alive?
Yes, I decide,
Peering in the mirror,
I just feel dead.
I stumble into the kitchen
Seeking my morning miracle
But coffee doesn't do its job.
Back in the bathroom,
Make-up is futile and
To add to my misery
It's a bad hair day!
Checking the looking glass
One last time, I notice
That my clothes bulge
In all the wrong places.
Life goes on though,
And so must I
Although I'm ugly
Inside and out.
I stop at your hous to exchange our daily hello,
You look straight into my soul
Smile your perfect smile and say,
"You sure do look pretty today, Doll!"
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Sibling rivalry
Was never as hard as this
Dead, you do no wrong.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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On old woman's chimes
May be rusty, but they still
Ring once in a while.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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They want to control
Force me to live by their rules
They can't see my heart.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Her face glows with love
When you meet her soft, sweet eyes
Touched by an angel.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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E.J. Smith Poem
I'd like you to meet my Uncle Joe
He's the vegetable of our family.
That is, if we listen to statistics.
According to them, the experts,
Since Joe didn't die by the age of five
He is now a vegetable.
Well! We wish every family
Could have vegetable like ours;
On that walks, talks
And has given us many years
Of pure pleasure and
More love than we'll ever deserve.
How many vegetables do you know
That give the world's best hugs
And tell you every day you are beautiful?
How many vegetables do you know
That pray for you every day?
How many vegetables can crack you up
By misquoting old sayings-
"You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him stand on his head"?
Yes, we are extremely fond of our vegetable
He's been in our family
Over 50 years and although
He is pretty spoiled rotten by now
As vegetbles sometimes
Become after a time
We plan to keep him around for fifty more!
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Will I ever live
Up to your highbrow standards
Like him, when I die.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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