Green Ink poems

June 1946, In New York Broadway there was Mildred Bailey’s classic music pervading through the streets and into people’s ears. Children were playing outside their house with their friends and also with mother’s staring through the kitchen window to see if their child is safe or maybe not to let their child break anything so they don’t have to pay for it. Everything was normal as it can be. Next doors dog always barking at 6 o’ clock, front house baby crying and the sky was clear. And Joey’s baseball mitt was full of poems in green ink just like normal.

                                                                                                   

Joey is a little boy who is so smart his teachers writes letter to Joey’s parents to talk about his intelligence also there is a rumor going around old women that left-handed people uses their right brain and using right brain makes them more creative and he is left-handed and fifty times intelligent than his brothers and laughs like crazy just because he was thinking about something he almost felt down the chair. He is a small smart and pure kid. To describe about Joey’s look everybody would say that he had a very red hair. One time Joey was sitting on his bike outside the fence that

went all around course and about a hundred and fifty yards behind his brother but still his brother could see where he is and who he is because of the reddish hair Joey had.

To keep writing about Joey’s intelligence he loved to read poems especially reading at

his baseball mitt and writing it with a green pen all over his fingers and the mitt. He writes the poems all over the baseball mitt because he had something to read when he was on the field and no one was on the bat. Joey was a innocent and creative little boy with red hair.

But now all about Joey is a past. Can’t never see him writing a poem on his fingers with the green ink pen or never get the letter from the teachers talking about how smart Joey is. He died when he was only eleven. He died because of leukemia and died when his family were up in Maine, on July 18, 1946. After July 18^th, Joey’s family couldn’t think that everything is going fine. Joey’s brother broke all the windows at the dark garage with his fist at the night when Joey died. He even tried to break the windows on the station wagon they had summer. But his hand was broken and sometimes his hands still hurts a lot when it rains. When his hands hurts he will remember his little brother's big smile and laughter.