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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Thursday's Homework Assignment

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The Prompts:

1.) The last time I laughed really hard...
2.) Forgive and forget...I think.

3.) I remember when...

4.) Write about something that bothered you this week.

5.) Write a poem about a favorite color.

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I remember when chocolate bars were 50 cents
and mojos were a penny.
I remember when we were free to roam
and I remember Squiggy and Lenny.

I remember the Love Boat
And dreamed about Fantasy Island.
I remember junior high fiascos
And my brother's air guitar band.

I remember shiny yellow tights
And looking like a fool
As I tried to find some fashion sense
So I could finally be cool.

I remember Kevin kissing me,
Right in front of my boyfriend.
I remember 2:00 a.m.
And all the rules that I would bend.

I remember holding my first baby
And thinking ewww, and ick!
And I remember how scared we were
When at 6 weeks she got so sick.

I remember Vegas,
and cruising to Belize.
Disneyland and Cozumel
And coming home to freeze!

I remember quick zips
And balloon pants all the rage.
I remember looks from parents,
them thinking we were strange.

I remember getting my allowance
And heading straight to the store.
I would go to the German butcher
and buy beef jerkey galore!

I remember when my brother
Lost his sweet, sweet wife.
I remember being angry and shocked
That she would take her own life.

I remember going dancing
All hours of the night
Then going back to Char's house
And playing Nintendo till the sun was bright.

I remember Tanya Hotsack.
Yes, that's her real name.
I remember a guy in an alley,
And he said it was just a game.

I remember banana clips,
and great big '80s hair.
All the neon and leggings
and the Madonna look, with flair.

I remember getting drunk
And my very first hangover.
I remember playing Catch'em and kiss 'em
7-up and Red Rover.

I remember dodge ball
And dancing jazz and tap.
Fighting with my brothers
And sitting on Santa's lap.

I remember Mr. Cowan,
He was my grade six teacher.
And I remember Harold Alsten,
He was my mom's preacher.

I remember writing poems
About heartbreak and dreams
And marriage vows and promises
And how much they both mean.

14 comments:

Saundra@An Italian Mama Gone Crazy said...

OMG! What a great poem! I was an 80's teen too.

April said...

That's cool you made it a poem.

jori-o said...

Impressive! So many memories squished in there! I love it.

Becky said...

That was so awesome. I remember all those things just in different ways, different names. LOL Tanya Hotsack, the poor girl.

DysFUNctional Mom said...

Wow! What a cool poem. I remember a lot of that stuff, too.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Nicely done!

Stacy C. said...

Great poem!!! I really enjoyed reading that one!

Candid Carrie said...

I love the whimsy and the was not prepared for the mingled in sadness, you kept me on my toes.

And the last paragraph is a complete and concise summary of what I think you are all about.

A dreamer, a schemer
A wife to the end
A writer, delighter
And a top notch friend.

Mamahut said...

Wow, that was awesome! That could have been a poem about me. Except your personal stuff and I can't write poetry. OK so I had big hair and balloon pants too. hahaha

You and Carrie could be the first all white women rappers.

wy-not said...

Wow! That was awesome. You're a poet, babe! Nice work.

Rhea said...

Nice job! Great poem with memories and feelings. Good work!

Jen said...

that was an awesome poem. you are just so talented.

angie said...

Let me just tell you how very, very much I enjoyed this. You should get some sort of award. I had forgotten about Banana clips. When my first baby was presented to me (laid on my stomach) right after birth I was shocked too. I was like, eww......clean that kid up first. It took me years to admit that because I was sure I was the only one that was slightly grossed out by it. :)

Mama Kat said...

Oh my gosh this is GREAT! I relate on SO many levels. Love the Nintendo shout out...we were addicted to it too. Good work missy.