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  • April 20th, 2010 | 12:01 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - LESSONS LEARNED

My personal challenge for National Poetry Month is to write
a poem a day about the father I have never known.


For a while, Teresa was my best friend
and we played at her house after school
because her mom didn't have a job.

We drank grape Kool-Aid
and ate pink and white animal crackers
sitting on the teeter-totter
in her backyard.

Teresa said her dad
was the best dad because
he taught her how to whistle
with a piece of grass between her fingers,
how to ride her bike with no hands,
and how to throw a curve ball
better than Brucie Gilbert
who lived across the street.

I let her think she had the best dad
but I knew better.
My dad gave me a super power ---

he taught me how to be invisible.

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
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There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 8 comments — Leave comment )
April 20th, 2010 09:25 am (UTC)
For once I am speechless!!
Invisible is one thing you are not. Your dad forced you to make your own way in the world. He did not make you the person you are you did.

I know in more ways than one you have made quite an impact on a lot of peoples lives and I don't even personally know you. All I know is that you have taught me a great deal and for that I will be forever grateful.

Yes he did indeed give you a super power YOU.

A person no one else can be no matter what, a journey no one else can take, where ever that may be.

- Anne McKenna
April 24th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
You, speechless? :)Thank you, Anne. I really appreciate your support.
April 20th, 2010 11:07 am (UTC)
Wow. That last line packs a wallop! I like that duality -- there are times when kids want to be invisible, times when feeling so breaks them apart. Still, with a superpower, it is up to the child to decide when to use it. Brilliant poem.
April 24th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Thank you. I don't think I realized it was a super power as a kid but now, maybe it was a good gift.
April 20th, 2010 11:45 pm (UTC)
LOVE the details of the second stanza!!!
April 24th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Thank you!
April 22nd, 2010 05:23 pm (UTC)
tanita says:
Is it a superpower? Is it a gift? I hope that's what you truly believed.
It's a superpower that definitely came from him, if that's what it was...
April 24th, 2010 06:54 am (UTC)
Re: tanita says:
I don't think I thought of it as a gift at the time but now, yes, I think so.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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