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I Remember the Day

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

I remember the day you were born,
Your mother struggled, but never faltered,
Her drive and conviction never altered.

I remember the day you were born,
With your fiery red hair, and your quiet cries,
Your squishy cheeks, and your pretty eyes.

I remember the day you were born,
Grandma cried, Grandpa kissed your mom
They couldn’t wait for this day to come.

I remember the day you were born,
Your brother smiled and touched your arm,
He would never let you come to harm.

I remember the day you were born,
I couldn’t help but shed a tear,
My little girl is finally here.

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My Brother Doesn’t Care

Monday, May 7th, 2007

My mommy says she found me underneath a pickle tree.
My daddy said a stork flew in, that’s when I came to be.
My Brother doesn’t know, but he wished they never had me.

My teacher said it wasn’t true when I asked her if I hatched.
My Grandma always told me I was picked from the cabbage patch.
My Brother doesn’t care, and he’s trying to send me back.

My friends have different stories, of why and when and where,
And all we want to know is how we got to here from there.
“Where do babies come from?”, we keep asking in despair.
“Where’d we get our fingers and where do we get our hair?”
“From a store wide sale that was selling us in pairs?”
My Brother doesn’t know, but know that he does care.

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The Baddest Girl

Friday, May 4th, 2007

I’m the kind of girl who’s always in trouble,
My Daddy gets mad when I won’t leave him be,
He makes me march to my room on the double,
But I can’t help being bad, it’s just me!

Mom says I’m making her red hair turn grey,
Dad says I’m making his hair all fall out,
From dawn until dusk, for the whole of the day,
They give me my way, if they don’t, then I’ll pout.

I stomp and I scream, I make people stare,
I shout and I yell to make people look,
If it wasn’t for strangers, my parent don’t care,
How much of a terrible tantrum I took.

This one time I climbed on the T.V. it’s true,
But when it fell over I knew when to run,
my Daddy came after, said “This time your through!”
I hid in my closet, I thought I was done.

My most favourite thing in the world to do,
Is tiptoe and sneak up on Mommy in bed,
And when she is sleeping, I yell to her “BOO!”,
She leaps from the blankets and falls on her head!

When it comes to my brother, the stories the same,
I get in his face and laugh real loud,
I poke and I prod and I drive him insane,
And call him the names that I’m not allowed.

Why does my family put up with me though,
I must be that cute and witty you see,
If they can not pack up their bags and just go,
The the reason must be that they truly love me.

And I love them too!

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I Knew A Man From Kalipan

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

I knew a man from Kalipan who always scratched his head,
He itched and itched a feverish pitch, until his face went red.

I knew a girl from Willowburl who wasn’t ever funny,
She always seem to have a cold, her nose was always runny.

I knew a boy from Delamoy who never quite liked school,
Been attending from the age of three and still he’s quite a fool.

I knew a lady from McGrady who didn’t like this poem,
She thought it was too silly, so she packed up and went home.

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