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Water Polo Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
2012 darren risden Rhyme water polo, sports,
CRAZY Mick Talbot Blank verse water polo, crazy, fun, summer,
Premium Member Poem Their baby girl turned out exceptional connie pachecho Bio water polo, beautiful, child, daughter, growing
Much More (My Secret Sin) Jerry Golden Free verse water polo, hope, life, music, peace,

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Water Polo Poem Example

Their baby girl turned out exceptional

Their baby girl turned out exceptional

Their baby girl is very exceptional
Her script perfect
She always had a book in her hand
Reading every spare minute
With a sponge like focus
At craft fairs, for example
She would hide under the table and read
At funeral services and church
She always brought a book
She would always read, read
For her birthday she wanted every episode 
Of Criminal Minds, she never wanted toys
A book, or something stimulating her mind 
To her was gold
She would also multitask her art
Oils and knitting, all self taught and really good
With her schoolwork
And sports
Swimming, karate and water polo
She was the very best at what she did
All through her schooling
Every single day  
Every single day
She never received a grade less than an A
She was class valedictorian
She was phenomenal,  
A swan that was always a swan
And recently she completed her first semester
At nursing school with a continued perfect record
Of all A's, all advanced courses
To me this is amazing
If I'm beaming the answer is yes
I spoke with, or should I say joked with the ex
Whose genes did she inherent? Whose?
Because It's neither of us
We laughed, one of the few times we did
I once wrote to my baby girl
Nineteen now, yet she's still my baby
I wrote to her a beautiful poem 
About a blossoming rose
Growing to new heights, so elegant and beautiful 
Nurtured, loved and cultivated
And she wrote back ... wherever they put me
In life, emphasizing they, I'll blossom that's my promise
I read her response over and over
In my mind, shedding tears
At her conviction, strong
I got to thinking ...
Her being uprooted earlier on in life
Watching her parents divorce, being hurt as a child
Having fears 
Spurted her growth, ambition and drive
In my eyes it did
Affecting her in a way that she carried
A chip on her shoulder wanting to be the best
Proving her parents made a mistake in abandoning her
Just this past holidays, I can see a huge transformation in her
It's really noticeable, unrecognizable
She's matured faster than I wanted
Maybe she's dating, dipping her wet feet
But I see something different
I don't know what it is
She's not my baby anymore

connie pachecho


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