Suicide Cinderella Poems

New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Stair to Heaven

A spiral stair comes in pieces. 
About one thousand to be sure. 
It is a very large box indeed, 
and weighs about 400...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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Explosions
in my mind…

I want to compress my head. 
It is getting larger. 
I am angry…
with, 

(a long sigh)
(the gurgle sound of water draining)
(a hushed unspoken...

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want...

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When I Grow Up

It will be okay. 
I will be six foot 
and five inches.
I will be bigger than him. 
I will be as big...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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Grandpa

Father of the age, know'er of everything, 
I need to know before the age of six… 
Including all about God. (and teaching me to pray)

Thank...

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Good Morning Mom

What is your day like?
What are you doing now?
Do you have things to do? 
Can I be of help to you? 

I have...

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Yellow Bird

My little sunshine colored bird, I am so proud of you. 
You did not walk when others ran. 
You did not talk when other...

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Hand Made Things

Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time. 
Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and...

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The Burden of youth

 She was seventeen, and her boyfriend had left her
Life is more intense when you are young she wanted to commit 
Suicide...

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