Lost it all
But you have everything
At least that
Is what I am told
Honey
We can never
Move to the next chapter
Including you
If you still
Want to bring me down
-Jennie Nawrocki
Lost it all
But you have everything
At least that
Is what I am told
Honey
We can never
Move to the next chapter
Including you
If you still
Want to bring me down
-Jennie Nawrocki
Watch the Oscars
They know the best.
-Jennie Nawrocki
Family embraces
During sickness
And bad days
Seen you disheveled
And glamorous
Patient during
Mistakes
Honest
About improving
Laugh
Oh the laughter
It is comforting
When you
Most need it
So be family
And you have
A home
-Jennie Nawrocki
Frozen in time
No way back
No way forward
Need to thaw
Need to break free
Need to be me
Someone valued
Someone loved
Someone respected
Someone who gives
And is grateful
Let me go
Let me be free
-Jennie Nawrocki
Amber went to the store and got herself some new shoes. They were just what she wanted a cross between a heel and a sneaker. She loves the sleek look of heels, her big kankles never showed where the leg ended and her foot began even though she was just over a buck in weight. Her childhood dance teacher even said she danced like an elephant in her mind her teacher said she couldn’t dance like s***. Either way she wanted shoes that were sturdy but not clunky and there they were. A beautiful pair of Sketchers that shaped like ballet flats but with sneaker jean material and a rubber bottom you could even allow you to run a marathon. They were also grey to match most outfits. The best shoe ever. It also didn’t matter her three cats would rub their scent all over them making sure their momma was protected outside by their smell. Oh such lovely shoes but where would she go first? The movies, parents house, or for a long walk? She didn’t know but these shoes were golden and they would be worn until falling apart and then she would hope she could buy the same shoes again because she liked them with or without socks now that was the next question? Socks for now it was still winter but summer time, who knows or maybe a good flip flop would be the alternative? However tonight she would wear them proudly and stylishly.
She put on a newer pair of jeans just ending above the ankle, faded just right, a t-shirt and zip hoodie and the hideaway socks. Yes people could see how slender her ankles really have been. She had been hiding them in boots all winter long but tonight wasn’t too cold so she show those ballet sneakers. She gets to the restaurant after not one pinch or blister beginning just comfort the entire way. Still beaming at this new purchase she walks in and waves to her friends already seated walking so they could see. To no avail they were raptured in conversation Lenora was going to be in a movie!
-Jennie Nawrocki
To be loved
Is a gift
Of reciprocity
By earning respect
Both helping
Both supporting
Emotionally
Or physically
Without consciousness
Could be leader
Giving confidence
Strength by modeling
With speech and demeanor
Or with consciousness
a call, a visit, a note
Building smiles, laughter
And especially safety
Of your space, your boundaries
never being crossed
Without your permission
That is love
That is trust
That is respect
You gave
And received
Together
-Jennie Nawrocki
To understand
Means less
Than you thought
For true understanding
Comes with generalizing
Skills taught
Teachers teach
Because they know
The subject
And are able to apply
The subject
So the understanding
Is learning never stops
For there is always
More to understand
-Jennie Nawrocki
Goodness gracious
Innocence
No guns
No bullying
No sabotage
No lying
No manipulation
Just innocence
Is it so bad
To be innocent
-Jennie Nawrocki
Round and round
Routine
Is is tedious
And mundane
Or is it attitude
Regardless
Every once
And awhile
Difference occurs
Is it enough
Change what is
In your control
Rather big or small
Then your life
Will be as
Exciting
As desired
-Jennie Nawrocki
It came
From above
So small
Some large
But each unique
So light
But yet
Once melted
On the warmth
Of the skin
That water weighs
Crunch is
The sound
Of it
Collected underfoot
But there was
No sound
As it fell
Watch for it
When it turns
To ice
As that crunch
Is lost and it is
Smooth and slippery
But yet again
Its blanket
Of whiteness
In its
Purest form
Will transform
Anything
Into
A winter wonderland
Undeniably beautiful
-Jennie Nawrocki