...I find comfort from my aunties' hugs
it's something from up above
that reigns down on stars
the light that shines from across
a galaxy beyond Mars
and on all of ours happenings
the gleam in the eyes of family,
picture us, photographically
bare feet on a grassy scene
marry me with a classy queen, please
allow me to eat the rations of an average being
to taste the fruits of my labor, seen
Saying, "I worked for these!
to fertilize the birth
of a new currency...
that comforts me!
having my cake
and eating it too
with my cousins speaking truth
Why? Because I love them...
and there's no judgement
or expectations due...
I reminiscing on spanking
that came from my granny's mood...
you know how kids get all antsy and move
well, she was the ritalin for ADHD, back in the day
See, she wasn't playing! Preach!
I'ts called home-training, actually!
She had a saying for anything...
She died, but let's stay in reach...
That comforts me!
Making peace with my vacant beast inside self, sacredly...
Real life no make belief
Beauty isn't to be seen, but felt
Graciously I ate my plate of greens
making me at home, as an only child...
Not alone and all by myself
My heart melts by my uncle's fireplace
I'm not in dire distraints
That comforts me, mate!
We tend to fall apart,
when our mommas die
as if she was the foundation to fortify
the structure of the family unit...
Goodbyes, I tried, but was speechless
or rambling uselessly...
Meeting a goose egg, truthfully...
Childhood memories of nursery rhymes...
You can't take me back in time
and my granny had lines!
"Here come Cecil Jenkins...
Don't you think he's fine?
Look at all his wrinkles,
my he's trying to shine...
He's got his standing collar
and his stove-pie hat.
I just bet a dollar
someone gave him that!
Don't mention anything about his clothes,
Just go on and court him.
My, ain't that a trip?!"
As I think for a bit...
That's what comforts me!
About the Creator
Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!
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