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I could've sworn,

it was made of gold.

With salt water pearl knobs.

The grace and majesty,

of my wonderful instrument.

A $300 object

that was mine to keep.

It was just that amazing,

It had its own box,

with cushion inside,

to of course...keep it warm.

That's what I thought when I was in 4th grade.

It was heavy...of course,

 because of all the music it held.

I knew it all,

well except how to play it.

It was my golden treasure.

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A Symphony of Laughter

The trill of multiple notes,

in one voice.

The captivating sound,

that's contagious for all.

Some of low pitches

and others so high,

a piccolo is no match.

It's really a funny sound,

when someone laughs,

A stifled chuckle,

A loud bellow,

Or a quiet 'hn',

All combined it creates,

one giant chorus

of the same thing,

Laughter.

A Better Life

There's a portrait
that hangs on a sunken wall
in an abandoned apartment on Main Street.


A switch is also there
almost yanked out,
showing blue and red metal veins.

Laundry is thrown
In piles,
In corners,
Looking like rotting autumn leaves.

And lastly there's a keyhole,
that ignorantly
overlooks the infant,
lying below its tarnished nose.

The infant has a gentle face,
Soft eyes
Rose bud lips
and fragile hair,
the color of silver thread.

It clenches its fist
as if it were made of stone
Rebelling against the cruelty
that it was forced into.

A syringe rolls toward the infant,
dripping what's left,
staining a grimy rug.

A hand falls, too,
Palm facing up.
The mother shows a lifeless trust,
that things will be better this way.