Poem: That Weird Kid

Every once in a while a poem-like thing comes out of my fingers.  They tend to take me by surprise, since I consider myself a prose person who doesn’t get into poetry too much. But thought I’d share what happened this morning.

 

That Weird Kid

 

You know the one.

With her nose in a book

His face has a look

She eats those strange lunches her great uncle cooked.

 

But there’s more to them than that, you know

Secrets they hold back, don’t show

At home or at school

It wouldn’t be cool

To drop the curtain and share what’s below.

 

Where they sparkle with bright fairy wings

And dance with a light step that practically sings

She bakes in her boots

He builds in his heels

Even when people say don’t do those things.

 

That doesn’t stop them, oh no.

It just makes them stronger, you know.

They demand to be seen

They deserve to be seen

And denial just makes the trip longer, it’s so.

 

And when you find this.

Or – if you find this

Tell my children that it filled me with bliss.

To see them traipsing around and about

And just in case there is any doubt

 

Let me be clear.

Come oh so near.

When I speak of my children, I mean you, dear.