Mary Cieslak Poems

To my sister Julia, who will do great things...

We never had planned this
We never tried.
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Whose name's uttered most in the street,
Whose heart had no nobler a beat,
Who moved all men unto their feet?
Caesar, ho! Caesar!
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To Dad, Mr. Steele, and Ms. Herrin. You helped write this poem, whether you know it or not.

What is it that the fairies do
Wandering the woods at night?
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One step into the ocean.

Two steps; in the shallows
Wading into the deep.
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To Grandpa Larry

Standing there, all alone.
Because of you.
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My brother and I secretly dance
When no one else is looking.
The he will bow and I curtsey
And then we continue working.
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I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Such a pretty, perfect flower it was.
Too perfect compared to me.
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