GardenA Poem by nikki sickidads garden
Dad
We were outside He was the only man in the world that could pick up the heaviest tree-house No He CANT! Oh yeah...My dad knows karate and works with Master Kim the god of all mortal combat..so there! we drove the..MONSTER...a big green standard truck, with green carpet it was green We sang Zztop and Johnny be a good boy I was 8 or 9 I wore a great white t-shirt with my blue-green hair and fake nose ring He wore his grateful dead and hemp necklace with the glass mushroom inside Any store was a Duby Daddy lets go to the Duby and get some stuff When I ate too-much Ice-cream and my head started to hurt He taught me to say..Oh I have a tick a Tick! He told me if I kept a penny under my tongue my nose would stop bleeding I couldn't wait to get back outside We mowed lawns together he had a garden With an intricate above ground sprinkler system He was an inventor too He had a garden Not a garden, a Manly garden which he made his hot sauce from he ate it on his spaghetti I was the strongest, like him and I could take out the trash You have no more gardens You don't even keep your yard green That yard that remind you of me something you used to love but have forgotten and don't need People change like the movement in the sand In this flashback I will Never Understand where'd you go? © 2013 nikki sicki |
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1 Review Added on January 7, 2013 Last Updated on January 7, 2013 Tags: dad, garden, abandionment Author
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