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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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I Just Forgot

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

My Daddy’s always mad at me,
His temper’s always hot,
He says, “You never listen,”
I say, “I just forgot.”

He’s always busy working,
He never wants to play,
He says, “I have to clean the house,”
And that seems to take all day!

He’s tired in the evening,
But always makes the time,
To help me with my homework,
So I guess I shouldn’t mind.

Sometimes we go for hikes,
He teaches me lots of things,
Like how the forest lives,
And why a bird sings.

My Dad and I sing silly songs,
And joke around a lot,
Now why was I mad at him?
I guess I just forgot.

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When Brother Goes Away

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

(Dedicated to my wonderful children)

Little Monkey, Little Monkey, how will you be,
When your big Brother Monkey lives by the sea?

Little Monkey, Little Monkey, what will you say,
When your big Brother Monkey, isn’t here to play?

Little Monkey, Little Monkey, what will you do,
When your big Brother Monkey can’t watch over you?

Little Monkey, Little Monkey, how will you stand,
When your big Brother Monkey can’t hold your hand?

Little Monkey, Little Monkey, when your brother goes away,
We will all be so said, and we just all want to say,
We love you Brother Monkey, we hope you can stay.

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The Stowaway

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

Upon my head fell a yellow leaf,
Stowed away as an autumn thief.

Wet and soggy from last night rain,
To wet and sog and rain my brain.

Plucking off the leaf though dead,
Seemed full of life upon my head.

From death it gave no life or essence
But did, to me, give joy and presence.

Did it give it’s life for me,
It’s cozy spot high in the tree,

Or was it for a greater good,
To colour up the neighborhood,

So all my friends would feel as I,
Glad these leaves had caught their eye.

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