The Gifted Two’s
I wake up late
Then went out straight
I pushed the enchanting bell
To open I cast a spell
Oh, how are you dear?
I am but to start my gear
I open the door to my right
Boy, we’re ready for a fight
The highly religious are on the tables
We must be careful to keep it stable
Oh hail the noble queens
We must be ready with their fashion routines
So, I made my way to the circle
Thus we venture like a fickle
Many of us waiting to be called
Excited for the rituals of faces they installed
Oh my dearest Queens I may ask
Should I do all of these to complete my task?
To my surprise we are granted to leave
So we ran outside like a group of thieves
Oh sunshine where art thou
I must sit still but i might be thaw
One more minute say the Queens
Excited we run to grab the sheet of cleans
Once again, I entered the room to the right
And ventured the highly religious with my might
Oh, Queen can I choose my routine?
Come for the common good we must convene
Little fingers playing the wet tissue
It made me anxious ‘cause I have an issue
The Queen invited me to play the slime
I cried and refused to even get a dime
Hurry I say to rescue my conscience
I can’t keep up with all these nonsense
I dare you stop me from ever leaving
You must already know my utter meaning
Outside my carriage is waiting so patiently
Therefore, I must find my way out shamelessly
In a rush to go back to the palace
I bid adieu before the valance
About this poem
My daughter’s ASD journey. The lessons we learned. The struggle physically, emotionally and mentally. The enormous support system. We are so grateful to them. I dedicate this poem to my daughter. To my Mika, we love you so so much that your struggle will be ours. If the load on your shoulders are heavy know that we are here to give you 200% support.
Written on February 26, 2023
Submitted by MR.CA on February 27, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABBCCDDEFGGFFHHIIJKLMGGDDNNOOPPQRSSTTUE |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,419 |
Words | 292 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 40 |
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