by Lacey Smith
If there is a paradise
for my own it
[fall like water casting shadows that]
And the palest of blues will
take on character,
like voices that used to speak:
muted by narcolepsy.
My mother's skin will be
[golden undertones, rosy cheeks, emerald eyes, courage and]
but my father will seem
[deeply angered, deeply lost, deeply unassuming fear and]
Author's Note: This was a take on the poem "if there is a heaven" by e.e. cummings.
Posted on 12/13/2003
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