04-05-2013, 02:06 AM
revision 2 with longer lines
Five years old, and I couldn't hear my mother's latin accent.
There were four of us then, me, the family’s side-pony tailed, stubborn queen of antics.
The little ones were boring baaaaabies; I ignored them with a careless toss of my hair.
But older brother was my idol, how I envied his striped dinosaur blanket, his big, cool friends.
That day we went grocery shopping; always a delicious adventure for big brother and me,
as we quietly littered the aisles with pistachio shells snuck from bulk food bins,
and mom pretended not to see. She reached and handed down a glazed doughnut
to each; we munched them through the aisles, forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
She paid by showing the cashier our sticky faces and two waxy bakery papers, empty.
Tummies full, we felt somewhat devious, schemed into ears with cupped hands.
Under the egg cartons we silently slipped the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
I don’t really remember, but it was probably my idea… me, the sneaky sister.
Baby brother distracted mom at checkout. Her spidey sense tingled as we wrapped fingers
around the cart’s wire basket, and our little lying faces spoke of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent. But that day, the whole parking lot did.
revision (thanks to milo and billy)
5 years old
and I couldn't hear
my mother's accent.
There were four of us,
I was the side-pony tailed,
stubborn queen of antics.
Big brother was my idol
oh I envied
his striped dinosaur blanket.
He envied right back
my room to myself.
(Even if it was pink.)
I ignored my little brothers
with a toss of my hair.
Anyway, they were boring.
That day we went grocery shopping;
always a delicious adventure
for big brother and me.
We littered pistachio shells
snuck from bulk food bins;
mom pretended not to see.
She got us glazed doughnuts
we munched them through the aisles,
forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
She paid by showing the cashier
our sticky faces and two
waxy bakery papers, empty.
Feeling somewhat devious, we schemed
and under the egg cartons, slipped
the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
I don’t really remember,
but it was probably my idea…
me, the sneaky sister.
Baby brother distracted mom at checkout
but our little lying faces told
of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent.
But that day,
the whole parking lot did.
original
I was 5 years old
and couldn't hear
my mother's accent.
There we four of us then,
I was the side-pony tailed,
stubborn queen of drama.
Big brother was my idol
how I envied
his striped dinosaur blanket.
How he envied
my room to myself.
(Even if it was pink.)
But I ignored my little brothers
with a toss of my hair.
Anyway, they were boring.
That day we went grocery shopping,
always a delicious adventure
for big brother and me.
Mom pretended not to see
as we littered pistachio shells,
snuck from bulk food bins.
She got us glazed doughnuts
we munched them through the aisles,
forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
(She paid by showing the cashier
our sticky faces and two
waxy bakery papers, empty.)
Feeling devious that day, we schemed
and under the egg carton, snuck
the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
Baby brother distracted her at checkout
but our little lying faces told
of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent.
But that day,
the whole parking lot did.
Five years old, and I couldn't hear my mother's latin accent.
There were four of us then, me, the family’s side-pony tailed, stubborn queen of antics.
The little ones were boring baaaaabies; I ignored them with a careless toss of my hair.
But older brother was my idol, how I envied his striped dinosaur blanket, his big, cool friends.
That day we went grocery shopping; always a delicious adventure for big brother and me,
as we quietly littered the aisles with pistachio shells snuck from bulk food bins,
and mom pretended not to see. She reached and handed down a glazed doughnut
to each; we munched them through the aisles, forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
She paid by showing the cashier our sticky faces and two waxy bakery papers, empty.
Tummies full, we felt somewhat devious, schemed into ears with cupped hands.
Under the egg cartons we silently slipped the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
I don’t really remember, but it was probably my idea… me, the sneaky sister.
Baby brother distracted mom at checkout. Her spidey sense tingled as we wrapped fingers
around the cart’s wire basket, and our little lying faces spoke of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent. But that day, the whole parking lot did.
revision (thanks to milo and billy)
5 years old
and I couldn't hear
my mother's accent.
There were four of us,
I was the side-pony tailed,
stubborn queen of antics.
Big brother was my idol
oh I envied
his striped dinosaur blanket.
He envied right back
my room to myself.
(Even if it was pink.)
I ignored my little brothers
with a toss of my hair.
Anyway, they were boring.
That day we went grocery shopping;
always a delicious adventure
for big brother and me.
We littered pistachio shells
snuck from bulk food bins;
mom pretended not to see.
She got us glazed doughnuts
we munched them through the aisles,
forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
She paid by showing the cashier
our sticky faces and two
waxy bakery papers, empty.
Feeling somewhat devious, we schemed
and under the egg cartons, slipped
the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
I don’t really remember,
but it was probably my idea…
me, the sneaky sister.
Baby brother distracted mom at checkout
but our little lying faces told
of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent.
But that day,
the whole parking lot did.
original
I was 5 years old
and couldn't hear
my mother's accent.
There we four of us then,
I was the side-pony tailed,
stubborn queen of drama.
Big brother was my idol
how I envied
his striped dinosaur blanket.
How he envied
my room to myself.
(Even if it was pink.)
But I ignored my little brothers
with a toss of my hair.
Anyway, they were boring.
That day we went grocery shopping,
always a delicious adventure
for big brother and me.
Mom pretended not to see
as we littered pistachio shells,
snuck from bulk food bins.
She got us glazed doughnuts
we munched them through the aisles,
forgot to beg for brand-name cereal.
(She paid by showing the cashier
our sticky faces and two
waxy bakery papers, empty.)
Feeling devious that day, we schemed
and under the egg carton, snuck
the new Carmen Sandiego VHS, just out.
Baby brother distracted her at checkout
but our little lying faces told
of an illicit triumph.
We couldn't hear her accent.
But that day,
the whole parking lot did.