I’ll never forget this day father,
The nuance of this cinch of sensibility,
Flourishes transcend with every single’th streak of life,
The day i saw you a million times more happy than god himself,
It was pride, passion, perspiration admixed,
The day i was born
I knew i was not beautiful,
But to you, i was the angel
You siege me with glob [...]

My Daddy is really Mean
Because he makes me clean and clean
I think it’s mean
To make tweens clean
I hate spilling juice in a mug
Because I have to clean the rug
I don’t have to sweep
But I clean with a Vacuum deep
I wish I could vacuum less
To relieve my stress
This poem was written/submitted by Caitlin.

What if (a poem by Paul Larkin)
What if you were honest with me and say what you really meant.
What if you cared enough to risk your heart to lend
What can I say when say cannot understand.
How can we communicate when you seem like a foreign man
It all comes down to money you say because that’s [...]