I Love Status Updates
Up in the attic, sits an old dusty case,It’s covered with crayon marks and faded gray lace. Deep in its pockets, under some stuff, lay a yellow paged album, with old photos of us. As I browsed the pictures, now faded from time. I went to a place, way back in my mind. This little brick house with the white picket fence. The house I grew up in, but hadn’t seen since.
A home filled with singing and love for the Lord, where out near the fence sat dad’s rusty old Ford. All grown up I went off on my own, always intending to make my way home. I planned to visit, but I guess I pushed fate, Time passes quickly and now it’s to late.
I Halve A Spelling Checker
I halve a spelling checker;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks four my revue,
Miss stakes eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word,
And weight four it to say,
weather eye am wrong oar write;
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee for two long,
And I eye can put the error rite;
it’s rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it;
Eye am shore your pleased two no,
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh
My spell checker toll me sew.
You pushed me away.
Just like you have nearly every day.
I reach for your hand you pull it back,
You roll your eyes and your shoulders slack.
You don’t love me, you never did,
I am not her and i’m not your kid.
I just thought, I should make you aware,
In case you come home and I am not there.
