17 August 2011

1991 Magic

After three years in his house, J is almost fully unpacked from boxes. The last boxes live in his office, the contents of which have patiently waited for a bookshelf to live on. (Or in many cases, a trash can/recycle bin/thrift shop.)

Little did I know that my boyfriend is a pseudo-hoarder. Items found include a Subway Club Card that has actual stamps (lickable ones), a card with a $20 bill from high school graduation and a Bo Jackson figurine. That's merely just a smattering.

One gem, however, is a collection of poems penned by each member of his fourth grade class. The theme was magic. And this was 4th grade J's contribution:

Let me tell you about
my favorite Magic powers.

Fast: run at the speed of light.
Mind: smarter than anyone.
Strength: to lift 8,000,500 pounds with no problem.

All of these you cannot do
but one special power that is in me and you
and that power is FRIENDSHIP!!!


Now that. Is art. (I mean ... and that is ART!!!)

Smooches, J.