Friday, May 22, 2009

Jump Rope

Sometimes it rains on your birthday.
It's nothing new or exciting, but it rains.
She's getting new glasses today.
But you think she's pretty anyways.
Your father only told you he was proud of you once.
And you remember that moment every morning when you wake up.
If your mother were here, she'd kiss you on the forehead while you read the morning newspaper.
She knew she'd never have the chance to see you graduate, but she kept that to herself.
Your brother loves you and looks up to you.
He thinks you're more than he'll ever amount to.
I wish you could see how special you are...And I hope one day to tell you.



To jump really high
would create chaos here now.
But that's what we need.

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