I'm having a good day today, so you are all getting a poem.
Circle of Friends
You know me.
I'm the shoelace you loved to tie
In kindergarten
I'm the imaginary friend you spoke to
When the real people were unbearable
I am Christmas clothing and
The key to your diary
I'm the song your mother sang to you
To put you to sleep at night
I'm the drone of the cicada
Your grandfather's chuckle
The carpet and the whisper of the ceiling fan
I am the earthworm you saved from
The after-rain puddle
I am the car ride that put you to sleep
I'm the toboggan and the lonely hill
The silver car in the Monopoly game
The dog at the foot of the bed
The paper airplane
The third story window
The Pepsi bottle
The Saturday morning cartoon
And the bowl of cereal
I am your first crush
I am the picture on your wall
The cracks in your ceiling
I am the poem you read and
Never told anyone about
I'm the book, the chair and the lamp
I know you. I know you because
One way or another you have always
Known me.
I am your foolish moment that was ok
Because you were alone
I see my memories in your eyes
I know how many times you will
Believe me
I have the moon folded in my
Handkerchief
I know the secret of the moth and the light bulb
I am the stride and the point of the shoulder
I am the stuff that you are made of
I am the last of the first experiences
The middle finger in the face of comparison
And the first experience that lasts
-g.
Have a good day too.
You know me.
I'm the shoelace you loved to tie
In kindergarten
I'm the imaginary friend you spoke to
When the real people were unbearable
I am Christmas clothing and
The key to your diary
I'm the song your mother sang to you
To put you to sleep at night
I'm the drone of the cicada
Your grandfather's chuckle
The carpet and the whisper of the ceiling fan
I am the earthworm you saved from
The after-rain puddle
I am the car ride that put you to sleep
I'm the toboggan and the lonely hill
The silver car in the Monopoly game
The dog at the foot of the bed
The paper airplane
The third story window
The Pepsi bottle
The Saturday morning cartoon
And the bowl of cereal
I am your first crush
I am the picture on your wall
The cracks in your ceiling
I am the poem you read and
Never told anyone about
I'm the book, the chair and the lamp
I know you. I know you because
One way or another you have always
Known me.
I am your foolish moment that was ok
Because you were alone
I see my memories in your eyes
I know how many times you will
Believe me
I have the moon folded in my
Handkerchief
I know the secret of the moth and the light bulb
I am the stride and the point of the shoulder
I am the stuff that you are made of
I am the last of the first experiences
The middle finger in the face of comparison
And the first experience that lasts
-g.
Have a good day too.
posted by Unknown at 7:39 PM
3 Comments:
Thank you for the poem! It makes me feel bad again for not speaking to you all the way through junior high. :D
beautiful, garrett. I could see everything as you said it and each vision put a smile on my face. You're still so amazing with words and the way you paint pictures with them is very Van Gogh.
It's encouraging that some things never change. :)
I love this -- thank you, Garrett! Reading it allowed me to feel very connected to everyone. And I keep reading it over and over and feel very comforted by the words.
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