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The Closet
My dad is the door that

Opens and closes to protect us all

My mom is the hanger that

Holds my brother and I

My brother is the crazy Hawaiian shirt

On the hanger that is my mom

I am the fashionable red leather purse on a shelf

Supported by my grandparents.

The Dog  
The little girl’s parents decide to get the perfect small house dog. The little girl and her brother saw the perfect dog.

The little girl said, “She is the one.”

Her brother said “Doggie.”

The parents knew that little caramel cream color dog sitting in her bed was the one. 

She was like a stuffed animal waiting to be chosen.

 The breeder let the little girl and her brother pet the little dog.

 Her fur felt like silk.

Everyone knew she was the one.

My family is a trash bag,

In city park,

Where the people run,

And the dogs bark.

My dad is the can on the top,

That has room for more love,

He will never let drop.

My mom is the apple,

Never been eaten,

For she is juicy,

Full of compassion.

My sister is the box,

That sits on the bottom,

She is still loved and never forgotten.

I am the rat that searches through them all,

Looking for things to live by,

So I will not starve and fall.

Holding us together almost filled to the top,

Is the trash bag filled wit us all,

It represents our love,

Wit it life will never be dull.

On a boy’s third birthday

His family trekked deep in the trap

That was their yard.

Stalked by a monster

A tent-

Its windows were wicked, watching eyes,

A mechanical blue-gray.

While the timid toddler gathers twigs

For a fire,

Hot dogs are slowly roasting,

Juicy and plump.

Munch.

Viciously devoured with corn and smores.

The warmth lures the monster.

Disguised as a tent.

The family unpacked,

Everything went black.

My Mom is the flower

Pretty and bright

My brothers and I are the leaves

Offspring from my parents.

My Dad is the seed

Helps the family grow, and grow, and grows.

My family is a spice cabinet

My Dad is the garlic that you can taste through the strongest foods

My brother is the cayenne pepper that even the slightest taste is too much

My Mom is sugar that can turn any desert into a happy ending

And I am the parsley that you can never have enough of

And when you put us all together

We make a dinner and dessert fit for a king

Monster

Three years old

A little boy comes home

A day of watching and exploring behind him

Walks in the door

Buzzing like a bee sounds surround the room

The boy walking

To see what it was

A monster

A blue chest fading into green wings

A long needle like nose

The boy

Becomes a bullet

In search for his mom

Nothing

Running back to see where she was

Half way there

Blocked

Like a gate blocking intruders

Stopped looking up

Seeing his mom

Relieved

Showing his mom the Monster

His Mom laughing

The boy’s imagination had taking control

And the monster

 Became a humming bird

Freeing the bird

Out of its cage

As it flew away

I could hear him thanking us

The shadow of the giant

With the girl soaring beside it

The strong arms of a man

Mustering all of hid strength

Into the Swing

Cautiously, stepping slowly

Approaching the giant

Watching as the girl jumps off

She shuffles her feet forward

On the rope, then on her way up

Finally feeling

The freedom

 Of a bird

Blustering wind, and

Racing the breezes to

Try and keep up

Whistling howling to her ear

But then

A new goal to triumph

The tips of her fingers

Inches away from the branches

Way up to the top

The tinniest touch

Brushes against spidery legs

Of the giant

The awestruck face

Finishes with a smile

Spreading from ear to ear and

Her feet dragging on the dirt

Green flip flops covered in dust

She grins as she sprang

Off the wooden bench suspending

In midair by

The worn rope

Gradually walking away

Two words, thank you

Curious eyes lingering

Only for a moment

Then

She turns her back

On the presence of freedom

Sun shining

Birds singing

It was a picture perfect day for the wide eyed boy

He was blissful until it happened…

They were seeing the sights at Magic Kingdom

The best child park in Disney World

He was doggedly asking to go on Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Finally they let in

Hand in hand the family ambled to the ride

The little boy felt immortal

Like nothing could go wrong

He could smell cotton candy in the air as he dreamt a dream of a bed of candy

STOP

The boy stood dead in his tracks

Terrified of what he just saw

He glared at it and it glared at him

The gay, chubby-cheeked clown stuffed animal

Petrified, the four year old boy began to cry

All fun was gone

To this day

The boy gets scared

Whenever he sees…

A CLOWN

My family is a table

My mom-the top piece holding us together as a family

My brother-the center piece stuck in the middle, not sure what to do

My Dad-holding us up on three of legs supporting us and making sure we don’t collapse

And I am the one, short, weak, and slightly broken leg struggling to withstand weight and pressure of it all

( this poem reads from bottom to top)

That make the world go round

The flowers are ideas of the children

The branches produce flowers

It’s curvier than mine because she is a girl

The second branch in line is my sister’s,

Grows crooked, with my changing personality.

But now that I’m almost a teenager my branch

Started straight as a baby and in elementary school,

The branch grow a little at a time,

I was the first branch to sprout

From the trunk the branches sprout out

When they married this bond formed the trunk

Parents are the roots of my life

The roots provide food, water, and stability

Starting with the bottom,

Families make the world a better place

Like the Cherry Tree,

Blossom trees bloom

Each spring the Cherry

My Family Tree

Pillows
A puffy cloud

That has fallen down to earth

 That has seen so many dreams

That comes out after dark

To do its job

To put us to sleepDecapitation