NoteyMan

I was busy in thought, going over my alphabet while I waited for my mom to come and pick me up. I almost have my whole alphabet down pat. I knew all the letters it was just some that confused me like J and G. She worked really hard to keep food on the table. I loved her and all she did for me. Our homey 3 room apartment was enough and life in the Bronx was as good as it could be. My Mom never did drugs or drank which is a surprisingly big accomplishment here in New York. My Dad was on the other side of the spectrum. Apparently that's all he ever did. He left when I was two and I don't remember a sing le feature about him. I don't really know

Life is like a rose From a distance beautiful Things can add beauty Other things can destroy But up close it's full of pricks ____________________________________________________ this is a tanka a Short Japanese poem a response to a Haiku; http://noteyman.deviantart.com/journal/31504730/

The bow in the sky Glittered after the rainstorm Shining upon all ____________________________________________________ Short Japanese poem that goes with syllables 5 7 5 and is sent to girls for love and if the respond they make a Tanka;http://noteyman.deviantart.com/journal/31504788/