We've been going through a bunch of things as we pack and I ran into these poems Ben wrote. I think they are very good and wanted to share them. My talented husband! He says it was just a phase. :)
This one is my favorite
My Grandma Taught Me How to LieMy Grandma taught me how to lie,
But I blame it on the Alzheimers.
“Where’s my car?” she chanted.
She never believed us anyway,
When we told her she couldn’t drive anymore,
That the last time she drove that old Crown Vic
She knocked down a tree
And tore up the neighbor’s yard.
Sounds funny now in retrospect.
“Where’s my car?” she asked again.
“It’s being serviced, Grandma.”
“It’s in the parking lot, Grandma”
“Why, I drove it here for you Grandma!”
It was sold.
But I told her what she wanted to hear,
So that she wouldn’t get angry,
And try to hit someone.
My Grandma taught me how to lie,
But I blame it on the Alzheimers:
Stupid disease crippled my poor Grandma’s mind,
But it broke my heart when she asked
“Who are you?”
By Benjamin Barreth
Here's another one:
Some Blustery Time
I never presumed the wind to be warm
tugging at my hair
nagging child.
it seems friendly today
I thought.
Walking on the beach
pieces punching at my feet
and water shy toes.
I pondered over the sea
awhile
gaze stuck by
wandering cosines.
My thoughts are like waves
I suppose
sometimes my emotions are carried
like a boat
up and down with the
minutes of time.
Each curve is stuck to another
you know
a giant jumble
doesn’t make any sense
on its own.
My very serious thoughts
are trawlers
bobbing slow
and stupid.
Happy thoughts are little canoes though
so out of place
on this
big bump.
But sailboats are my feelings
going quite fast
triangles cutting the sky of
my heart
hiring a cheap chauffeur
the wind.
The wind, ah yes
today it is my friend.
it makes my boat go.
I don’t mind.