Best Poems Written by M. Willow

Pebbles

there are many times when i find myself

barefoot in my backyard walking through

the grass with no shoes on

and i can smell the neighbors burning

their morning waffles into hard pieces of rock

because their waffle maker has been broken for three months now

and they can't get a new one because

they need to save up for a good preschool

for little abigail who is turning 3 soon

and i can tell this story in my head every morning

when i find myself in my backyard barefoot

walking through the grass.

and sometimes i find myself in a bad dream

and the waffles that were burned to a rock

have turned into hot pebbles that burn

my feet as i walk across them barefoot

and the neighbors never got that new waffle maker

so every morning they have to feed little abigail burnt breakfast

and she never got into the nice preschool because she can't read correctly

and years later they find out its because she has dyslexia

and the poetry she is going to write will be words

no one can scribe

and she lives in her little world alone

and every morning she walks to school barefoot

on hot pebbles because the waffle maker is

still

broken.

and when i get dreams like this it is good

for me to go into my backyard and listen

to the conversations my neighbors have

and its good to hear abigail's father read stories to her

and its good to walk barefoot

and not feel pebbles.

Copyright © M. Willow | Year Posted 2016