C and T went on vacation
to a fairly sandy nation.
Now they're home, half asleep,
with horrid poetry for you peeps.
...Yep that was it.
~Stay tuned for more questionable poetry tomorrow.~
Oh,
I do have one short poem. I wrote this November 1st.
Miraculous
I believe I have my mothers ears,
my fathers eyes and mouth.
My mothers eyebrows
and one mix-between chin;
this nose...who knows?
My cheeks are Heintz,
my jaw is White,
my height purely Dahlgren.
These hips are Cummings,
and curves up Hanson.
Freckles from sunspots.
Arm hair; daddy's.
Skin? Hades.
And yet my spirit
fits my body, soul combined
into who I am already,
and still,
and yet
to be
miraculous.
Goodnight everybody
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