It was so hot,
To the hospital we got.
It was the fourth of July,
Fireworks not quite in the sky.
My mom labored not long
Though she said that the pain was real strong.
The baby came screaming
We were all beaming
Our baby was here!
Let’s all give a cheer!
Can you believe that you have been with us almost one year?
To my eye this brings a tear.
You are so funny and sweet
From your little head to your tiny feet.
I love when you giggle,
It makes my heart wiggle.
“You’re a great little sister”
I told her then kissed her.
Here is another one.
Snow Storm
Soft, slow, suffocation,
As I breathe, I inhale life and exhale a chilling death.
I silently enter,
And envelop all that my eye can see.
As my anger swells, my heart grows colder,
My bite becomes tiny, icy daggers piercing the skin.
My words, are an intense howling, that could smite even the strongest man.
Do not mock me!!
For all know that “ Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
For I am the winter storm.
Pretty cool huh?
Here is another one.
Brothers are a little ball of anger,
just waiting to POP your temper like a zit.
They can become so annoying
they can create a tissy fit.
Crash! Bang! Wham! Bam!
Wow, what an arm.
Maybe I shouldn't have antagonized
because now I have caused my body harm.
But I, a big sister am another story!
And in my world,
He must bow down to my GLORY!
A little e.e.cummings in the making :)















1 comment:
O.K. I am totally blown away by the poetry! Aimee Bradleigh, I am so proud of your poetry! I love all three! I think you have found another golden nugget in your personal treasure trove of talents!
Love,
Grandma xoxoxoxo
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