I am just me from playing of all types games to eletronics
just me yellow soapdish
Just me consoles black and white
From tall trees dressed in dark green, to the smell of fathers fresh,
Warm Oversized, cholate chip cookies,
N everything in between makes me, just me
The love of Reading games to my music with madeup words
its all just me.
The smells of fathers cooking coming from the wooden kitchen he built by hand
mixing with the just finished wet paint on the walls it makes up what is all just me.
The sounds of silenlence in the day growing louder in the night
It wasvjust me stairing out the window
from my upstairs room like rupunzeles tower just as fell the night
Just me i could see the pink blossoms that fell from the asian pear trees all 3,
I could just see them fall from above the grass on the slopes nesteled in rocky terrain.
Just for me.
This all what makes me just me.
I see them from my dark brown eyes the are sometimes mistaken for black.
My sister
Brother
N mostly Father
These are what makes me just me.
Fathers jokes in the morning, noon and night his ready laughs, or some times his roar like a lions' as if wounded by a mounted knight.
I remenver so well His yelling out signaling the start of play a game that i had a part. Playfully blaming my sister of soming so ailly i though she would fart. ( I hear in my mind "Sams fault" it keeps running though my mind wgat a wonderful time.)
Him running around the living room chasing after one another of us in front of the black fire place.
Being called a lityle monkey or a lollipop orbhis little po. That loud sing song scratchy yet loving voice.
Makes me just me
That sad but enlighting day I stopped so harshly thinking Santa is real.
You see I saw a bag stuff fulled with bright shinny new things in fathers closet some wrapped in paper with ornaments on them.
I come from a white Hospital,
So hungry to find a wating plate dressed with the green insides of black skinned avocados,
atop warm fresh made taco's filled with peppers of red, green, and orange father made just for me.
It brings back memories
To that time I broke a chair and he didnt yell or scream just checked to be sure I hadn't skined a knee.
The time he jumped on the first seats he saw in a red restaurant that was new to me he had bought me. Lunch,
This time it wasnt. Just me you see
It was Just him and me
I am from pillow pets, a purple unicorn, video games and more.
My new glasses that rest on my nose
That let me see this years first amzaing rose by the 3 pear trees.
But mostly, I'll remember the stormy nights lit by the pale moonlight
They cast long shadows that gave me a fright.
Some how he new
how ill never know it just took one sound to quel that fright.
I can hear it niw his foots steps
Walking down the hall
not a ghost but My fathers shadow so big and tall,
it scared away all those nasty things that went bump
in the night
This is where I'm from.
And that makes me
Just me.
((N/A)Hello this is where I'll put things about me an stuff. If you guys want, I could make more poems. If so, give me some kind of format for me to follow. Saying that, don't expect me to just give out eveything about me.)
