Cj Heck Poems

Today I'm cookin' the dinner.
I stir in all the stuff that I should
'cause I know just how to make it
so EVERYthing I cook tastes good.
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Come to me, come to me, sweet love,
in spring when daffodils bloom
and the ice floes melt into clear clean streams
by our soft bed of moss in the glen.
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Dear God,
Mommy's hands are very large
and mine are very small.
The things that Mommy's hands can do
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Today I found some scissors
by my Mommy's sewing chair.
I learned scissors can cut paper
and scissors can cut hair...
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a broken neon sign flashed Mel’s
atop a small darkened bar
on the edge of town
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She was the yin to his yang.
He was the dot to her 'i'.
When she was black and white,
he was the colors in between.
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There's a monster in my house!
It came in a great big box.
Mommy says it isn't so,
but something ate my socks.
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St. Peter met her at heaven’s huge gate,
asking who was she and why had she come.
“Why should I let such as ‘you’ enter in?
I’m busy and there’s such a long line.”
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I'm not afraid of thunder storms.
I've figured it out, you see.

I even smile when lightning comes
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Walls of night surround me
crowding hard and closing in.

Tonight’s sleep
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