Mutant Memory

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  • Michael87024
  • ok, she came home for a "visit", but does that mean she is staying? Not likely....

Mutant Memory

4,388 days have passed by me now,
twelve years old, my birthday WOW!!
Although dad is physically abusive,
sometimes his anger seems so elusive.

Today is one of these rare exceptions,
awesome is his mood, he gets a warm reception.
A new bike, nintendo and friends galore,
but father promises there is more in store.

As I blow out my candles I wish,
for more days my dad could be like this.
Once the party ends and friends part ways,
dad hands me tickets to where a movie plays.

Donatello, Raphael, Leonardo, Michaelangelo,
Teenage mutant ninja turtles, the name of the show.
He listened, he knew, it's what I wanted to see,
good mood, birthday and a movie, a great mutant memory.



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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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