David

David, how do I explain?
I don’t understand it myself.
I guess it’s just an open book,
I desperately need help.

You are so sweet.
You hold back so much.
Why don’t you argue?
Or even cuss?

Mending this friendship,
Would it survive?
How is it after death,
We are revived?

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Davey D. (aka Homey)
One of our early arguments that I can’t even remember now. 😉
Me and God love you, Homey! ❤

Skies of Adventure

Airplanes transport people
to wherever they may go,
and balloons will go up high
whenever you let go.
Jets are fun to speed in
when you’re looking down,
and skydiving feels so wonderful
as you look around.
The only thing about
these pleasures in the sky,
eventually you have to land
until you once again fly.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. By brother Charlie challenged me to write this poem.

Pinto Beans

He pointed at the pinto beans
and said, “Pinto beans.”
So I’m doing this to make him happy,
though I don’t know what he means.
All I know is they’re small and round,
and in a bag of many.
And if they’re ever cooked one night,
I’m sure there will be plenty.
They can be very tasty,
even though they cause gas.
But I hope when the room is crowded,
the moment will not last.
If this poem of pinto beans
makes no sense to you,
ask my friend David about it.
He’s the one who told me to.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. Homey (aka David) challenged me to write a poem about pinto bans. 😉