She pushed too hard, too fast, and splat
You lay shivering in drifted snow
A quad immobilized in the quad
Boots flailing
Right cheek red and raw
Bent wrist raised as in surrender.
But you would never give up.
You left Augsburg’s frozen chosen
(Michael Franks had already
Consumed your lemon frosted brownies)
Transferred to Berkeley where
July 27 became CeCe Weeks Day.
Still, I remember most the
Blizzard of expletives
You Mobilized.
About the Creator
Barbara Steinhauser
Thank you for taking time to read my stuff. I love writing almost as much as I love my people. I went back to college and earned an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults and often run on that storytelling track. Enjoy!
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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'b' - One more Noodge - We wrote under the same Topic. 'Popsicle' with a slightly different Icy-Slant - But I probably didn't copy you - 'j'
Fantastic!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
I really liked how this had so many layers to it. Loved your poem!