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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #941714
So maybe just some attention would have worked... then again maybe not.
In Memory of Michael, My Dream Friend...

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
         he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
         because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
         and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
         and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
         took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
         with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
         Valentine signed with a row of X's
         and he had to ask his father
         what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
         he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
         because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
         and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
         because of its new paint
And the kids told him
         that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
         with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
         when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
         his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
         when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
         he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
         because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
         and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
         because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
         of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
         making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
         or even talked
And the girl around the corner
         wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
         but he kissed her anyway
         because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
         his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
         he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
         and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
         because this time he didn't think
         he could reach the kitchen.



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