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Things I Didn't See

Friday morning all I saw were things I didn’t see,

Which is kind of crazy, but you’ll have to bear with me.

I walked downstairs to find my mama cutting daddy’s hair,

He was sleeping rather peacefully in his lazy chair.

She told me it was just a joke, and mama wasn’t mean,

And then she said I didn’t see what I’ve so clearly seen.

I went into the backyard to play fetch with our dog, Spike,

And then I saw our next door neighbor messing with a bike.

He flattened the back tire, then he looked at me and said,

I’d rather not ground my son, so I’m doing this instead.

He said that this was it; it was the last and final straw,

Then he told me that I didn’t see what I just clearly saw.

Back inside the house I saw my brother in his room,

He was spraying down the cat with some of mom’s perfume.

I looked at him jaw dropping and then he said to me,

“Becca, please just go away, there’s nothing here to see.”

I then went to the kitchen to see what grandma was cooking,

I must have caught her by surprise thinking no one was looking,

‘Cause as if to make us all believe her cookies were top-notch,

She was emptying two packages of chocolate butterscotch.

She told me that she sends her cookies to a special store,

Where they’re packaged and delivered to people door to door.

She said that it’s a secret and that I would break the law,

Unless of course I didn’t see what I clearly saw.

So I went up to my room thinking that I’ve had enough,

Wondering how it’s even possible to un-see all this stuff.

But when I finally got there I noticed something weird,

My dog was chewing up my shoes, or so it had appeared.

For when I told him what he did was very, very mean,

He barked at me as if to say “you saw not, what you’ve seen.”

The Lonely Pawn

In just two steps, she sets the stage – a pawn, no more no less.
She opens up a pathway towards a far more brutal mess.

As bishops swoon and castles fall, and knights all risk their lives,
the lonely pawn, who’s young of age, alas she still survives.

The queen fatigued, she meets her match, the king is on his own;
the pawn, she’s sleek – she sneaks and creeps into a place unknown.

Through secret gate, recalibrate – impersonate a queen.
And then check mate as if by fate, their king left trapped between.

Run, Grandma, Run.

A long time ago, when I couldn’t walk
Probably not even able to talk
My grandma ran races, sometimes with me
Yes, I’d run with her, but how could this be?
If I couldn’t walk, as I was so small
How was I to race, with grandma so tall?
Better yet, sometimes I’d run in my sleep
Right along with her, not making a peep
I’d carry my juice, along for the ride
I’d keep it next to me, right at my side
My grandma would want some, I wouldn’t share
But racing together, we made quite a pair
We’d run for miles, I’d always keep up
Not once would I drop, my juice in a cup
I would win medals for taking a place
Or for participating in a race
Yes, I was one of a kind, this is true
But without my grandma, what would I do?
I couldn’t have done it without her so strong
Yes, she was the one who pushed me along