Too little
to sit at the grown-ups table,
I was shooed away
when the cards
came out.
Listening
at the grate,
his muffled
anger
drifted up thick
on cigarette
smoke.
We were both
annoyed,
cheated
out of what we
desired.
But little
did I know then,
born the child
of a drunkard,
I had already
been dealt
the worst
of hands.
Ok, not technically an ode,
but an exalted emotion
from my complex gratitude
for your continual support
of my little lines.
I long to see your little penguin
on my Feedjit Live.
Mingling with countries
and foreign principalities,
you reign supreme
Plano, Texas!
It is your presence,
continual, constant,
popping in as often
as I do,
you looking for me,
I looking for you.
Plano, Texas,
If only you were my sister,
my brother, my love,
as speak your silent comments
so eloquently.
And I without little words
to thank you.
(Plano, Texas: To claim your THANK YOU copy of my book, please email me your mailing address at: phawkenson@ecasd.k12.wi.us)