is kernels of juice
blue, mom makes it do
magic heat to vanilla ice cream
purple dream
there were many nice things,
the corduroy pinafore
the daily notes in lunch sack
of a smiley face and curly cue hair
your mama loves you, and do great
with a thermos of homemade soup
dad too, he rocked me on front porch
after seven yellow jacket stings
i howled through the valley
in baking soda paste
while he sang, in the big rock candy mountain...
but just like grandma vernon always said
don't bother doing anything nice for your children
they'll only remember the bad things, anyway
like when she tethered my dad
to the front yard tree
so he could play when she was at work
was that bad? a ruined childhood?
bless her heart
and pie too, is sometimes
tart
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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i also heard this today, and oddly enough thought of you despite the face we've never met. thank you for raising a wonderful son.
Dear mysterious Knitty, a heartfelt thank you. He is the blackberry of my eye.
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