Poetry by Roxy

I remember
For Skylar

I remember
Chasing each other around the house
Like a cop chasing a criminal
Up the stairs that were as high as a mountain
Then tumbling back down
Your laughter
My giggles

I remember
Your booming voice
The unceasing beat
Pounding my ears
While I try to sleep

I remember
Watching you
Ride my little orange bike
That was way too small
Unlike your grin



Land of Cake (Scaffolded from "Land of Happy" by Shel Silverstein)

Have you been to The Land of Cake,
Where everyone eats all day,
Where they frost and make
A whole lot of cake,
And there isn't time to play?

There's no one skinny in Cake,
There's no one who can't bake.
I have been to The Land of Cake--
What a belly ache!



Four-Horned Debonare

I found a four-horned debonare;
He looks a little like a rabid bear.
He required quite intensive care,
And only lives in Delaware.
He often eats silverware.
They really are rather rare...
Too bad he's the family heir.




Golden Teacup

Mexican gold poppies
Sit baking in the sun,
But only for a while.

After the water
Slowly seeps away,
This golden teacup will leave.

But not before
It sprinkles its seeds,
Like salt from a shaker,
For the next generation
Of beauty.




Tumblers

Falling, falling,
Twisting,
Turning,

They fall.
Each different from the next.
Everyone standing out like neon.

Racecars racing,
Seeing who will be the first
To touch the cooling ground

The first one touches;
Then more come,
Quietly touching down.

They made it.