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Childhood


05.25.13 Posted in today's words by

Dawnell Harrison’s most recent poem to appear here was Reflection (April 2013).

Childhood
By Dawnell Harrison

Memories of my childhood gather
In a great white ball and reveal
Nothing exciting.
Once I wrote away for some
Miscellaneous junk at 12 and
When I got them I was ecstatic
Because the envelope had my
Name on it. Now I was somebody.
I don’t recall all of the contents
Except two huge paper clips that
Were red and blue.
My step-brother, Scott, skateboarded
And played basketball constantly.
My step-dad killed my hamster
Named Teddy when he didn’t care
For it and left it in the garage
In 110-degree weather.
That made me cry. I hated my step-dad
For a while. Apricots littered our
Backyard. My Mother was always
Tanning herself in the backyard and
Reading self-help books.
Nothing really bad ever happened.
I could be wrong.
I am wrong a lot.




3 Responses to “Childhood”

  1. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    This poem is heartbreaking. I hope it isn’t autobiographical! Well thought out and powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.

  2. This could be part of something bigger.
    Great emotion.

  3. Veronica says:

    Wow. Powerful.

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