For a project I had to do something related to my family. I decided to create a compilation of poems for each member of my family. We are as crazy and corny as any other family, but we also love a lot, and there are not people I love more in the world. The are my very best friends, and have taught me more about life, and how to live it successfully than any other people. Some of these are ridiculous, some are serious, but each is dedicated to the people who understand and know me better than I know myself.
Apron Knots
For My Mother
The sun begins to set
Time is drawing near
And mother ties her apron strings
She takes her scattered brood
And pulls them closer to her
Tied together with apron strings
There have been adolescent heartaches
And life-defining soul stretches
She closes the wounds with apron strings
Moments of remembered laughter
Stories of ridiculous remembrances
Highlighted with her apron strings
Quiet conversations of faith
Silent scenes of spiritual growth
Each delicately laced with apron strings
As messy faces morph into messy lives
And each child moves messily into independence
They are still held by apron strings
For no simple evening meal
Or pile of dishes cleaned
Can express the love found
In a mother’s apron strings.
Freckled Match Game
For my Father
There lies an unexplainable connection
Between father and little girl
Something about her bouncing pig tails
Softens his hard lines, makes him warm
Searing an eternal bond between the two
My father never was a stern or stiff man
God-given gentleness wrapped in his veins
Yet a special gleam reached his eyes
When, with my matching pair, I perchance
Would gaze into his, seeking, imploring
He gave me his gray-green eyes, freckles
That dash the pupil and spill onto fair cheeks
Framing a mouth full of giant grins and giggle
As he held me, speaking stories to send
those stolen eyes into sleep.
He placed within me a deeper set of eyes
One that learned to see what only heart hears
Moments of his kneeling pleas were caught
As he spoke on my little girl behalf
Hoping that his hands could reflect divinity
Years changed faces, giving his wrinkles
Filling mine with adolescent life, yet,
Matching eyes have remained, sustained
Over miled distance, and adulthood’s mountains,
His words becoming sage hues in defining times
Though change may come, and days take me far
Words from Dad never falter, each thought
Solidifies through mutable moments
That some things never change
Like a daddy and his little girl
Life’s Feature Presentation
For My Irish Twin
You came first
Like the chicken, not the egg
I came second
Like a surprisingly good sequel
And, rather like Lucy and Ethel,
We started out on our journey of mishaps.
Every hilarious episode taught us life,
Every happy ending kept us returning,
Begging life to give us more.
Like Eric and Cory that we religiously watched,
Setting aside Friday as our beloved day of TGIF,
High school was years of struggle for us,
The year between us seeming like a wall,
Yet, it’s common knowledge
That the later college seasons
Trumped all the rest with laughter,
But with deeper love as well.
As different as Meg and Jo March we stand,
Each grasping different essentials of life,
Yet the bonds of sisterhood stand rezealiant
Making little women out of both of us,
And life is limitless before us,
As our personal concord grapes
Make life’s juice deep, make it sweet.
Rivaling the ribbon-haired pair
Of Emma Woodhouse and Harriet Smith,
We’ve experienced the ridiculousness of society
While all the while embroidering our love
And laughing at failed matches made.
Our friendship being deeper than
Dances and butterfly catching.
We are the Aubin and Dani twosome,
As original and timeless as the pairs we watch
With our own faults carefully written in
By an all-knowing Father, who sees
Who knows the bigger picture,
And when this scene is over, and the lights dim
You will still be known as my big sister,
My opposite, yet perfect half,
My sister, and friend.
The Height of Brotherhood
For Jonathan
By mere genetics
We are nothing alike
your long legged shadows
stretch farther than mine
I may have more years than you
But you more height
Together we have memories
That etch friendship into smiles
Founded in our family ties.
Through years of struggle
You were there when I cried
You had my embrace
when your head hung down
and suddenly, you’re a man
tall enough to take on the world,
but I’m half a world away
wishing I could help you hurdle adolescence.
Yet, as we both mature,
So does love and laughter,
And the formation of family
Turns into deep canyons of caring
That assure the years will bring more
Of the laughter we have loved.
Jonathan, you are the answer
To my request from God for a brother,
And the request from my heart
For a friend.
Happiness in a Cup
For Samuel
I have a history of liking the bittersweet
Grapefruit juice, and Sour Patch Kids are my favorite
Somehow the tangy juice becomes an addiction
Shuddering my taste buds in pure delight.
By all accounts, I should despise the taste
But instead I love it.
Our love has been of the likings of bittersweet
We have argued, but loved just as deeply.
Our similar care for fantasy making us similar
Our bitter differences pulling as apart.
Yet, like my addiction to the sour,
I am dependant on friendship with you,
Because the sweet had made
Every bitter moment
Nothing compared to the joy
Of having you as a brother
As a protector.
Your hugs are sweetest
Your sincerity tastes the best.
And so, when favorite things are considered
So should you be, Samuel, my dear friend.
Filling Smaller Shoes
For Christan
Heroes stand out in the time of days,
Each changing earth in a particular way,
But earth was not prepared when you entered her
Your clear blue eyes made Heaven stir
Your footsteps of friendship draw others near
And every single soul feels important and dear
For your smile and laughter is genuine, bright
Your flaxen hair reflects your inner light.
It is no question who my role model has become
Like the pink tinted, summer cherry blossom
You sprinkle my world with rosy love
You, my little sister, are an angel from above.
~DaLe 04.09.09
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