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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Yellow Rubber Ball
[time] => 2004-12-19 14:15:55
[hometext] => Both inspired by and written for my cousin Kayla <3.9994578
[bodytext] => It seems really long, but it's spoken word, and the sentences are very short. Beautiful little girl With your cute brown hair Always so short (If you were my daughter I’d not let you cut it) And those big, gorgeous eyes… Surely you can’t remember But I do At Auntie Marilyn’s funeral You were so playful So active Pure energy Always keeping Aunt Jan On her toes But you stopped Long enough to show interest In my toes (My bronze toe-ring) It seemed as though you’d seen Nothing Ever So amazing… Tiny fingers Dirty and curious Pointing And enquiring eyes Gazing at mine So full of wonder So deep… As though one could fall Headlong inside And find themselves Swimming In the depths Of all the world’s oceans And all of the night’s sky… Do you remember? No, of course not… But promise me You’ll try and remember me As your sixteen-year-old cousin Who watched over you As you rolled a ball Over and over again Towards Lonesome Sam Watching that he didn’t Scratch your delicate hands... And as your sixteen-year-old cousin Who laughed with you As we played catch With the little rubber balls… You were so nervous When we lost one (The yellow one) That we would get in trouble I had to reassure you (You really should just have Trusted me.) And remember me As your sixteen-year-old cousin Who smiled with you As we tried to set up Those little plastic bowling pins And you kept saying “I’m four.” So young So jovial So sweet… I can’t wait to see you In another ten years You’ll be so beautiful Such a heartbreaker But do be careful Boys have feelings too (Remember that.) I hope, as you grow You never lose Your fierce loyalty And your inquisitive curiosity (Go redundancy!) Surely you don’t grasp Just what it is I’m trying to say But Maybe one day Your wedding day maybe (Surely it’s not as far off As one would imagine) You’ll understand Just what it is I’m saying… You, my dear Are the sweetest girl I’ve ever known In all my short life… And I can hope I can pray That maybe Just maybe One day I can have My own little girl Just like you… Big sister And so proud… Little sister And so meddlesome… Middle child And so naïve… I really wish That I could live nearer to you So I could see you More than once every year Or every two years… So I could watch you grow And evolve And mature Into a bright young girl… I want you to know Even though I don’t see you As often as I’d like I’ll always be here for you (How cliché do I sound?) And I would do Whatever It takes To ensure that you are happy And you succeed In whatever it is you choose To do in life… I hope (Really, I mean it) That you can find Someone Who is as Simply amazing As you are… Who can change your life So dramatically In the way you’ve done To mine. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 5 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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