Cj Heck Poems

I think of all the things I have,
I like my pockets best.
Pockets hold just everything
and they give your hands a rest.
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Little baby firefly
when your night is through
does your mommy tuck you in
and tell you she loves you?
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So, this is Christmas morning...
everyone is here.
I don't really understand it
cause it isn't very clear,
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and I knew he loved me.
Bigger than life,
he was a man’s man
and so at home in his skin.
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Parents sure have lots of rules,
things to do and not do.
I’ll be glad when I get big
and growing up is gone through.
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She found his ring
the other day
where she had put it
safe, away.
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Footsteps on the staircase
handprints on the walls
tiny fingers dripping things
up and down the halls.
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Dear God,
I dreamed I came to Heaven
to have a talk with You.
I climbed right up some puffy clouds
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Our neighbor, Mr. Brown,
came over yesterday.
He was yelling at my daddy
about the pothole in our lane.
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My baby brother falls a lot.
I see how sad he feels.

Why don't baby brothers
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