When she was three days a newborn, she wrapped her little
hand around mine.
After I said hi, she smiled softly for the first time, a
commonplace miracle.
I held her when she cried and sang to her until she sang in
her voice.
I brought her dolls to life as her giggles gave way to
laugher.
This is 1 spell my little enchantress weaves for my wisdom
She drew pictures of past dreams I’ve seen in my childhood.
She made me see her heART (of infinite dimensions)
On Paint Box, I drew her fractions when she was 5 ½.
Her mind is superior to Artificial Intelligence.
She is wired for Higher Education.
I pointed out the moon and the stars to explain the origin
of her creative spirit.
Up in the mountains of The Live Free Or Die State where we
could see constellations stretch beyond human imagination, I warned her I would
fly her to the top of the tallest tree if she misbehaves again.
She held onto me tight with her eyes closed and promised to
be a good little girl.
She believed I could fly?
Wow.
She made a snow angel as the sun fell in afternoon shades of
gold under sea of blue skies.
She urged me to make myself an angel like the pushy little
girl I knew her to be.
Her heart broke when I disappeared. She searched and cried
my name.
O joyful child of light, find me in Future Earth, final
destination for you.
We’ll see one another in a thousand years to bring love
home.
For now, humans make movie.
Everybody happy.
Jane! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Angel Aponte of
Public School 161
Essays on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in a
coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Graffiti from Here To
Eternity
LLAP
Without the mystery of your Mona Lisa smile, what I create
is nothing. You bring to life this emoticon.
You’re the last three little words in heart, the spell of art, my little
enchantress. What I wrote goes for the rest of you unique individual spirits
now reading this text. Have a wonderful weekend in the expanding universe of
your inner space.
Ciao, Bella
Jane! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of Public
School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Graffiti from Here To
Eternity
LLAP
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