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Brooke
I am a youth services librarian. I have 2 kids. I obsess about writing and about making things.

Poem post by Brooke

As a parent, you always hope your children turn out better than you.

Inhere

Both of my sons have cowlicks on their foreheads
in exactly the same spot as mine.
I could see it on the days they were born.

But there is a compassion I want them to inherit—
and not from me because mine is smaller, mediocre.

There is a baby picture of my father
drool stain on the bib of his striped overalls.
He is blonde, like my sons, and not yet freckled.
Is that spiral there—going out into the curved hairline that grows perfectly across the front for a neat combed-hair look?
Is it the same?

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I am a youth services librarian. I have 2 kids. I obsess about writing and about making things.

4 Responses

  1. Brooke: Thanks for this poem — I appreciate it both as a woman with an unruly cowlick and one looking to start a family soon. My husband and I like to joke about which genes will dominate in utero. We make lists of our worst traits — “I’ll let her have your ________________ as long as she doesn’t have my __________.” Neurosis roulette.

    I guess is the marvelous gamble and mystery of offspring — the cosmic mixing of genetics, spirit, and environmnent sprinkled liberally with all the greatest hopes and fears of their parents.

  2. Read this poem..
    by: http://www.vtechss.com
    An ugly woman speaks of evil.
    An ugly woman is fool that has a heart that desire evil.
    She is a woman that brings shame to her family.
    An ugly woman is unpleasant, and her paths are trouble.
    An ugly woman is a woman that is beautiful outside, and her beauty can not compare to anything, or anyone.
    An ugly woman lips drip honey, her mouth is smoother than fine oil, but she’s like two sharp edge swords.
    An ugly woman don’t gain understanding for her proceeds are worst than the profits stripping.
    She is a woman with a darkness of days is in her right hand, in her left hand she hide the light of days, and those who take hold of her retain sadness.
    An ugly woman is a tree that does destroy life, and all things you may desire are better than her.
    click here for more http://www.vtechss.com

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