A Fowl Sonnet

We memorize, read, and write. We study and do work at home all night. All of this is done to get into a school For a piece of paper, who is the fool?

Money and stress take over our lives As we look for a new place to thrive. We then put our application forth; all for some Stranger to measure our worth.

The waiting game then goes on for weeks And each passing day makes it all more bleak. We sit and stare for an update to show. What do we do next if we get a “no”?

The answers to these questions are simpler than they seem And we must awake from this unconscious dream. Grades have set an unfair bar. No stranger can tell us who we are.

Grades do not measure a person.

Good Morning – Erin Sullenberger

I heard you come home last night Oh, darling I’m sorry – did I awaken you? Yes, love, but no matter – I went right to bed That’s fine, dear – good morning.

I heard you stumble up the stairs last night Oh, yes, I had the light off and –But that’s fine, love – I went right to bed It was the crooked step, I say – all right, good morning.

I heard the moaning again last night Oh, I know – it was a horrible dream. I figured as much, love, so I went to bed I feel much better now – the water, the coffee – oh, good morning.

I heard you singing last night – it was rather loud, love Oh no, that was Ernest Chaplin from next door – I’ll tell him –If it happens again, all right, but there’s no need to –I’ll tell him tonight dear – good morning.

I heard you crying last night, and I –