(I actually named this one.) I missed my mom, it reminded me of when I was little and spent Christmas with my dad.
Tender is the heart, my Mother
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It's so clear here
so surreal
so bright
images like memories of a 50's novel, (or something in that era)
somthing like 'The Great Gatsby' or 'The Awakening'
an AP English story I'll keep for the taking.
Feels like bobing corks
Like floating boats
Like sunrises and sunsets
Like fish barrettes
(Washed up from the beach of course)
Like sandcastles and newly discovered crab shells
Something like the salty smells
Like a memory from a friends past summer
Like a kite flying at Christmas time
Like a picture to spark the mind.
And how I've been waiting for mine.
Like cressants and shopping for candle holders.
Like an invitation in the darkness on a balcanies ledge
Like newly fresh black on my head
Like a calm voice, smiles and recognition
Like everything from a boy I've been missing
Like sister on the computer
Like a new face straight out of sick country...
Like no money in my pocket
But a card that has plenty
(Plenty I can't spend)
Like self awareness of myself
Like calling in for the 3rd time this week
and sand on my feet
had to lay down a fresh sheet...
too bad for that.
But nothing new
Color so beautiful
White
Grey
Black
and
Baby blue.
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