upbringing
Learn more about other poetry terms
My Pops never cease to amaze Me..... always the magician He is. Just when I think I figured out something, He Rubix cubes it & hands it back with that grin & innocent giggle.....
It's taken a life to meet you
A season to leave you
I do it again- just to meet you
to try to mend
all we let defeat you and I again
I don't want you so involved in my life
What choices I make are my own right
You can get mad and angry
But its your reputation on the line, not mine.
Watch over me whether I want you to our not,
I am from long winding roads,
from polaroid photos and old story books,
I am from the brick house at the dead end street,
laughter and comfort.
I am from the tall trees,
the snowflakes,
As I drink my sweet tea,
I remember my Southern upbringing.
Running barefoot through the fields
with my half-naked cousins
and trying to avoid getting a whooping
for playing in the mud.
