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Feb 2011
a  relished cherised sometime almost perished relationship
which continues past the hands of time,
A well crafted sculptor of making things come true.
I remember warm summer days and criss crossed lawns
¨No you don´t do it that way¨
No common sense you once said, I hope I proved you wrong.
Homeless jobless schooless kid,
He´s got soul though, I felt It I know it I seen it there,
Always proud,
A strong hand firmly pushing forward.
It doesn’t have to stop now
I remember long work days and never coming home
I gave a friend an oreo, just one
You laughed with me, our heads touched the floors
We´d swallow music and throw back legs
to relax on leather sofas that never could calm down
It was one dog promised one dog received, she was mine you know, at first
It was a bitten finger; I never let go,
Another peeing dog,
I stopped talking to you for a week
I remember a tire swing but no trampoline
Climbing up trees with knives between my teeth
Digging up concrete slabs, they were only 6 inches deep
Smoking herbal teas, pretending to be bad
I remember red walls dappled with sponge marks and ripping out carpet for cold floors
I never liked my room after.
Wobbling was a bad way to keep a secret
I got scared when a knock knock became a come on in
I can see your bed side lamp pouring warm colors through your face,
You held a book
I wondered if you read or if it was just some art
Have I told you that reality doesn´t always feel real
It seemed a scene painted on city streets to remind us of something, the mayor would never know
The ¨are you okay¨
The ¨yea just tired I think I´ll go to bed¨
Or the ¨where are you going¨
With the ¨just a cruise to feel the wind¨.
That wind wore church parking lots like empty streets smoking grass
I remember you asked me to stop
My answer was the cops
With cracked beers in Wyoming hot tub blues
Baby boy wasn´t so much a baby anymore.
Made mistakes, failed, disappointed, disagreed maybe didn´t do anything at all
Our faces weren´t always perfect
I´ve see a few frowns, they like to hide deep far down
And I wouldn´t change a thing.
you´ve taught me to sculpt so lets imagine again
Cause those sad times made the bad times go away
And I remember more sun shined teeth then any lips pointing towards the ground
In underground city hums where suburban mischief was the cause of what we are now.
It is my momma´s 50th birthday today. This is the present she asked for, a poem. This is the past which has molded our present, like I said, I wouldn´t change a thing.
Written by
Christian
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   Nina McNally
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