Ivy

Gabe comes to us with another poem! Read below and let us know what you think!

Hands that don’t know how to feel
Reach to a father who didn’t know either
She had no control
And neither did he
Newborn innocence
Meet young adult ignorance
she grips his finger
With the strength of ivy on a tree
A grip that holds him down
keeps him sane.
He lets out a thank you
And she lets out a sneeze

My name is Gabe Jacobs, and I am terrified of inadequacy. I miss Anthony, and I believe Michael Bay was Shakespeare in a past life.

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