From Some Book

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With little toe nails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of x’s
And he had to ask his father what the x’s meant
And his father always tucked him into bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue line
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
Ants that’s what is was all about
And his teacher have him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never put it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
That Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left the butts in the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
With think lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed at him
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed a night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it, “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl
And that is what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed it to her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it really was all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen

Wow .... whered you get it? Thats one of the best poems i've read in a long while

Great poem...*Love* the title you gave this post. "From Some Book"...>.> Does this poem by any chance have a title? An author? <.< Reminds me a bit of a country song called "Time Marches On"...

O.O Thats really good...

*Showed the poem to my friend who would never join a site like this 'cause her parents are insanely over-protective* Her teacher read that poem to her class last year in English...*We were shocked* <.<

That post was mine...*Didn't realise I wasn't logged in* <.<

Kari, that sounds like something you would do...