Young Once

poem about family

Poem

 

Properly, your shoes plant
On the ground off that last step
Of the porch steps
Momma looks on, her unwavering
Glance
Two things, faith and dynamite
Which will be graced unto you
Depending on what you do
The next those new shoes
Escaped marring
God be praised!
Momma spares one more
Just to be sure
Before disappearing from
The window, faith
Your reward

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair…or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free…just…free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart’s content. Or something like that.
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