3 poems

'Free Verse'
22
The number that started it all
My uncle represented it
In everything including a ball
I loved it, every bit
His passing made me realize
To mourn for only a little
Cuz' I always see him with my eyes
And he lives through me, each and every day

"Acrostic'
Life
Loving every minute
Investing time in the important matter
Vanishing negative energy
Ignoring other predispositions
Navigating through hardship
Giving rather than receiving

Tone Pieces

It was mouthwatering, perfect even. The ham I ate was perfectly glazed in brown sugar and pineapple juice. I always give credit to my Grampie when its due. He always seems to blow my mind with his culinary genius. Easter is a time for religion and such, but you can't go wrong with a good Easter dinner. My grandfather definitely did this correctly.

The Easter celebration was no where near what I expected it to be. I was pissed to see the awful Easter ham glazed in the same gross sauce it is every year. I have no idea what my Grampie was thinking when he was cooking this horrendous piece of meat. I will surely never attend another Easter party ever again. I hate Easter.