a sociopath
selfserving and destructive
egotistical
God gargantuan
favorite of mine has been
at end say Amen
snow fell on shoulder
could cause him to be colder
when he was older
reminds me of them
handsome looking very trim
happy never grim
Brown Girl Dreaming
Jacqueline Woodson,
Poet
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heard testimony
have to pay alimony
bunch of bologna
As the months go by
Plenty at a time
The baby grows and learns
But doesn’t know how
The parents become masters
Skills acquired
Quickly obtained
Frequently used
Walking and talking
All achieved
Before the age of one
Very impressive indeed
First words
Mimi, Dada, Boca, No
Footsteps turn to hopscotch
In less than 12 months
The baby is a handful
But it’s worth it
For the joy it brings the parents
Makes up for the struggles
As her mind grows
Her energy booms
Bouncing up and down
In her jolly jumper
One full year passes
Feels like a day
Unaware of the meaning
She smiles and laughs
Oblivious to the path
That lies ahead
Doctors visits
Tests and scans
Medicines of all kinds
Making it easier
For them to have a baby
Like a shooting star from heaven
She’s their light
Falling until it hits home
Bringing on new hope
All is well in the Greenberg household
Although many moments past
Many are sure to come
As Jacqueline Woodson said
“Somewhere in my brain
Each laugh, tear and lullaby
Becomes memory.”
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
Each and every corner
Compliments, being thrown around
A soccer ball being kicked
I am a basketball,
Waiting to be shot In a basket
Not normal
A writer I am, not as good
as Jacqueline Woodson
Writing stories that turn into poems
Poems that turn into memories
Memories locked inside my brain,
A door with no key
Trapped in forever
Waiting to be released
The moment everything moves
Memories let out of the jail cell
Desperate to seek change
One speck impacts the world
Memories coming back,
Then the turtle won the race
Being congratulated
Being written down
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