Does it always have to be sad?
Can't it be happy sometimes...
you know, once in a while,
like eating a small peppermint ice cream cone
with the candy canes smashed up in it with my dad
Could it tuck me in bed and sing me a song-a-bye
about Piglet and Star-Belly Sneetches that
finally figure out how to get along
Could it reach out and grab the new phone book
and make me close my eyes and pick a name,
ring them up and try to make a friend of
whoever's at the other end?
Did looking back 14 years ago today make it
any more clear how a bird on a building got
me looking up and nesting in a place
that I was once afraid to even step foot in?
As I watched the story unfold for the maybe the 50th time
and lip-synched the lines of people who shall remain as
much a part of me as my pupils, the German pancakes were yet to come.
Who could imagine, that butter could taste so much like peppermint?
Annie Quicksilver
5/2/2010
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