Cj Heck Poems

When I close my eyes
for the last time
I want to have lived,
really lived.
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I cry when I am hurting
and sometimes when I'm sad.
I cry when I get punished
'cause I've done something bad.
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Gramma's gone but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen
sometimes he looks at it and stares.
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Young god, head held high,
proud mane blowing
in the city's dirty breeze,
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A dad is a like an oak tree,
with his feet firmly planted
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How do I paint happy?
How do I paint sad?
How do I paint angry,
when someone makes me mad?
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Those pesky barking spiders
followed me to church Sunday.
I tried to make them stay at home,
but they came anyway.
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Two o'clock in the morning,
he's snoring like a buzz saw,
while my mind is full of the day
again.
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Did you ever wonder about dreaming?
How the pictures get in your head?
Why they’re only there when you’re sleeping?
Why they’re only there in your bed?
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The moments are rare,
but when the mower is silent
and the hammer and nails
have joined the drill
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