Cj Heck Poems

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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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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Mom’s car has three foot pedals.
I think I’m gonna ask her -

Since daddy’s car has only two,
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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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Today I saw a bumblebee.
He was on a pretty rose.
I leaned in to look at him
and he stung me on my nose!
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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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A little girl clops in mommy's heels,
her dress, a floppy hat.
The borrowed pearls she's chosen
dangle halfway down her back.
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His hands should have
their own identity,
a name perhaps,
befitting each vocation
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