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Hidden behind dusty trophies
carved wooden camels linked together by a rusty chain,
A paperclip replaces a broken chain,
One leading another
traveling to an unexpected place.
At times seeming stiff and serious
at others alive and carefree.
Not perfect like me,
delicate like my mother.
Holding a mystery inside.
Not knowing where they are going,
where they came from,
passed from mother to daughter,
than grandmother to grandchild.
Traveling through each generation
capturing a new memory,
my wooden camels.
Grandpa's Roses
Granpa's funeral
among many family and friends,
Long green stems covered in thorns
on top rest crunchy pink and red petals
dried with age.
Sign of beauty and love.
Its face is red, like mine when sunburned
Delicate like my mother's feelings
Bold, adventurous like my father.
Simple, but meaningful, from the heart
Roses.
My Creature
A delivered surprise on the anniversary of my birth
Exotic beauty in the palm of my hand,
Golden eyes disturbing the camouflage.
Always searching for warmth and attention.
Easily agitated
Giving me a sense of responsibility.
Always there to listen even if he doesn't understand
Gecko.
In a cage,
Small pet store
Fluffy white fur ball,
Light as a feather
From behind
Little white kitten
Nice and cuddly,
Mischevious devil
Sleepy and lazy then,
Constantly moving
Playful and fearless,
Annoying bark
Maltese puppy-
Chloe
by David V.
Charm Braclet
Dangles on my wrist,
charms clang together.
Passed down from my grandmother.
Sparkling silver, untarnished.
Minute links that intertwine.
Cool to my skin.
We are both cherished greatly,
unique, and priceless.
Beloved, like my mother.
Unbreakable, like my father.
Irreplaceable, like them both.
Symbols of the past,
each holding a memory of it's own.
My family timeline.
A charm bracelet.
From the shores of Florida
Carried across the world
To arrive half buried in pink sand
Surrounded by gentle water.
White with dark brown streaks
Frilled edges and layers
Salty smell.
An angel with open wings
When looking down on it,
Yet from the side
An eagle with bowed head.
Like me
It loves the beach
Like my mom
It's mellow and quiet.
Like my dad
It has a hard shell.
A symbol of eternal bliss
And inner peace
Of hopes and dreams
And futures to come
A sea shell.
The Train
The train
comes barreling around the snowcapped mountain.
Rapidly gaining speed.
a multi-colored blur.
Faster, faster, sailing down the track,
the train suddenly slams on the brakes.
Rolling into the station on the worn metal track,
the train let out a swoosh,
like the wind grazing the hillside.
Chain
Hanging around my neck,
Smooth and silver with interlocking bands,
Long and strong
We are linked with our family and friends,
Like my parents sturdy and loving,
Sturdy and bold like me,
A silver chain.
Abby
During a snowstorm
She appeared
Entered our home,
Our family.
Lives for attention and food
Prawls through the forest
With the audacity of a lion.
Has the green eyes of my mother,
Brings laughter and love
My cat,
Abby
My loyal feline,
Welcoming me with his purr
An orange ball in the corner of my bed
Basking in the afternoon sun
With his friendly eyes
He says "Hi."
The Moon
The waning moon
peeks out from a cloud
greeting the silence of the night.
Welcoming like a warm smile
in the darkened sky
proclaiming to everyone
that night has begun.
The sun
shines her light upon the world,
opening eyes of the rested.
Shining like the face of a child
bringing in a new day,
rising at the edge of the earth.
Splashes it's warnth before all awake,
leaving hope in our hearts,
for a brand new day.
by Ryan K.
Whispers sweet nothings in my ear
Like a wind through the palm trees
Side by side on a park bench in Paris
All alone in the sunset lit park
Lovingly whispering until the dawn
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