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THE LEGACY
By: Victoria
A COLLECTION OF ORIGINAL POETRY
Special
Sitting on the bottom step, With my mouth unsure what face to make, Ready for my mother to snap the picture,
I sit there impatiently, But that is why I'm different.
When she counts down from three, and snaps the picture,
My mouth closes instantly. I am the one, who didn't smile, But that is why I'm different.
I have two sisters on either side of me, loving, caring.
They are twins, but I'm younger, The baby, not a triplet,
But that is why I'm different.
Wearing a pink dress, not green, And carrying and a purse, That is why I'm different.
Like a rare jewel, Shining bright like a star,
I'm different Special.
A Family Memory:
We all assembled in the family room, My aunt dressed in blue, ready to shout "say cheese" My other aunt in the proud red she loves to wear, Dad smiling, too idle, to change into real clothes,
Ones better than his ripped pajamas.
Mom in her husband’s sweat shirt, Smiling, as if her daughter's hair wasn’t a jungle, Cousin, holding the jungle down, hoping the
Picture turn out well, My other cousin grinning with his cheesy smile and afro so big.
The twins both wearing pink, not on purpose,
And me sometimes called their triplet, My smile as cute as could be, too.
The triplets all are wearing pink and all accidental.
That way, though their ages were similar, close enough Enjoying spending time with our family
Every Day I think of the way the Couch used to look, the paintings used to hang, the
Lamps used to stand, everything.
All of it stuck in my brain, a good thought of Memories we share as a family,
And how this picture turned out, I wish it would happen again Without this picture in my head I feel nothing,
I see nothing, I think of nothing.
Girl Scout
Dressed in the proper uniform As proud and excited as a 6 year old should be
I was a girl scout Getting ready for the Ceremony
I imagined myself walking down the red carpet of the Grammies Grabbing the award for being the cutest youngster ever
I would smile while everyone clapped I would sign autographs, I would blow kisses,
And I would catch roses Moving from a brownie to a junior girl scout
All the stages I would complete lie there before me As we gathered in the limo to go
Fear piled on like the clothes in my closet I was nervous
Nervous to fall, nervous to make a mistake Having my loving sisters there made it better
They would Tagalong like the cookies I loved so much, I would tell my sisters were sweeter than lemonades
Just as their mother taught them they would say Thanks‐a‐lot Not perfect representing Samoa’s
And as skinny as thin mints