Ms. Widman's 11 & 12th Graders
Is Bucky still collecting sticks? I hope he is okay.
I don’t like homes; they smell like ashes and popcorn.
Can Bucky come back? He’s my only family.
Ma is gone; she went into the light.
Can we rewind time when everything was just “fine.”
Keith smells bad, mostly when it hurts you.
I hate liquor: it makes my Dad into a meanie and I don’t like mean people.
Can we go back in time, I miss Memaw and Papaw.
I don’t like cars, that’s how people die.
I may be broken but I am alive: I am the one who made it.
I may be broken but I am alive: I am the one who made it.
I don’t like cars, that’s how people die.
Can we go back in time, I miss Memaw and Papaw.
I hate liquor: it makes my Dad into a meanine and I don’t like mean people.
Keith smells bad, mostly when it hurts you.
Can we rewind time when everything was just “fine.”
Ma is gone: she went into the light.
Can Bucky come back? He’s my only family.
I don’t like homes: they smell like ashes and popcorn.
Is Bucky still collecting sticks? I hope he is okay.
What do I tell them when they ask?
Have fun on your first day.
You don’t have to tell them about us, just try to
remember that
they probably wouldn’t understand us.
Yes, you may talk to the other kids about their parents, but
you shouldn’t ask if any of their mothers have wives.
We’re sorry to put one of these rules on you honey, but
we have to do this to make sure we don’t lose each other.
We have to do this to make sure we don’t lose each other.
We’re sorry to put one of these rules on you honey, but
you shouldn’t ask if any of their mothers have wives.
Yes, you may talk to the other kids about their parents, but
they probably wouldn’t understand us.
Remember that
you don’t have to tell them about us, just try to
have fun on your first day.
What do I tell them when they ask?
It’s the Class of ’47 Senior Prom.
Our first lick of freedom since the war.
Lulu hides a flask under her dress.
Boys with red lipstuck smudged on their cheeks.
We can’t wait to ditch this dance,
head to our signature booth,
be a little less serious.
Be a little less serious.
Head to our signature booth.
We can’t wait to ditch this dance.
Boys with red lipstick smudged on their cheeks.
Lulu hides a flask under her dress.
Our first lick of freedom since the war.
It’s the class of ’47 Senior Prom.
She said, “I do.”
Head to toe, dressed with the stars
as perfection.
She walked down the aisle.
The same way as her flowergirl and groomsmen
at the dainty stairs.
The grass is cut freshly for the newlyweds.
At the house we once dreamt of.
As I watched from a distance.
As I watched from a distance,
at the house we once dreamt of,
the grass is cut freshly for the newlyweds
at the dainty stairs.
The same way her flowergirl and groomsmen
she walked down the aisle
as perfection,
head to toe, dressed with the stars.
She said, “I do.”