Moles/Holes

I
I think I have my dad’s blue eyes.
I know I have his witty guise.
I have a mole on my left arm,
Right where all of his charm,
Pours out and makes a mess.

II
I know I have my mom’s slant smile.
I write and talk in her frank style.
I have mole on my right arm,
Right where all of her smarm,
Oozes out and makes you smile.

III
I don’t know who I think I am,
I’m not a lion and I’m not a lamb.
I have a mole above my heart,
Right where I thought my soul should start,
Though it leaks out a coded telegram.






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ambivalentThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 6, 2016 at 10:13 pm
Love this! My parents are divorced too and I totally feel where you're coming from. I really like how you used the limerick format to write a more serious poem - it contrasts well! I read it aloud a couple times, and I love how it sounds.
 
Mink_Matrix This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 9, 2016 at 12:30 pm
Thank you so much :)
 
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