Monday, September 22, 2008

One of The lives shadow Poem

If my grandmother had not seen her family
slaughtered by the Russians at the end of the world
War 2, and If she had not emigrated from east germany
and met my grandfather, a chain-smoking military
computer technician, and if my mother had not majored
in nutrition, but didn't like it and chose respiratory therapy
and moved with her friend to Alaska for anventure and
If my dad hadn't been born to a Catholic family of 8 children
and pounded spikes on the railroad for 2 years
and then enlisted in the air force, where he wanted to be an
Arial Reconnisance Photographer but was randomly selected to be
a medic, which he decided he liked after all
and later went to college in Florida, but didn't like the heat
and moved to Alaska because he liked to ski.......
He wouldn't have met my mom who worked the same job
at the same hospital and she wouldn't have made him
that sandwich that he fell in love with her for
and he wouldn't have asked her out and I wouldn't have been born
in a snowstorm and I wouldn't have wanted to learn how to write and
I wouldn't have taken Mr. Lang's AP class and exceeded my expectations
and I wouldn't have come back for more with Digital Comp.

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