While helping my son find a poem for a class assignment I ran across this:
Wishes for Sons
i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.
i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.
later i wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn’t believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.
let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.
Lucille Clifton
He’s supposed to memorize and recite it. The above just didn’t cut it, and he didn’t like Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Robert Service or William Carlos Williams. So I ended up writing one for him:
SHEC
Screaming, running, skating, slamming
Bodies everywhere
Grind the rail
Goofie foot
Tall tale
Did you see that move!!
Sick, I tell you sick move on the half pipe!
Wham
He broke his arm in three places
But wouldn’t come out of the cage.
Next week watch.
I’ll show him up.
Just need to fix my trucks.
SHEC is the name of the local scate board park. He seems to like it.
Alice
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