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Ninety-Five
By Deathkitten
I'm ready to leave
On my way out the door
I grab the keys
Unlock my car
Jump in & buckle up
It's not far
Just up the street
Around the corner
Every day
They call a number
It stays the same
No need to wonder
I sit & wait in line
Sometimes, they're all behind
They call him quickly
And always by name
Or number
Which remains the same
I watch him
Blue colored eyes
Short brown hair
Peach skin
Chubby cheeks
Still like a baby
A part of me
He's short
And stout
Looks sweet
He wanders
Unfocused
But I always see
He lopes toward my car
Sometimes, he'll sprint or leap
Wearing a smile or frown
A memory i'll forever keep
He tosses his back pack
And climbs in the back seat
I ask him how his day was
He replies
"Today was good
Look
I made a crown
I shared a snack with Sadie
And pushed some boy on the ground"
Number ninety-five
You're the apple of my eye
No matter what
My heart you will reside
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Copyright 2013 Deathkitten
Published on Tuesday, February 5, 2013.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Ninety-Five"
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2013, Deathkitten
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wrote:
It's a car rider pick up number. Yes, we are all numbers. Thank you. (Kindergarten)
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2013, dwells
(4285) wrote:
What's in a name, or number, and pondering the difference. Guessing he's being picked up at pre-school maybe, regardless - a well told tale and someday we'll all be numbers.
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On Tuesday, February 5, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
(795) wrote:
i love the way you wrote this.. not understanding the number, was that the birth year.. or the class number?
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A former member wrote:
Very nice, made me think of my daughter and watching her life unfold before my eyes! Thanks for sharing!
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A former member wrote:
made me smile
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