In celebration of throwback Thursday, I thought I’d share with you all a poem I wrote years ago. This poem came to mind during a discussion on parenting with my then boyfriend, now husband. We were having a heart-to-heart about which topics of life should be discussed with children and at what age. As soon as I left the conversation, I sat down and wrote this poem. A short time ago, I dug it up and have decided to use it in a collection of poems I’m working on for our children.

“A Broken Chip”

 Mom brought a fish home yesterday,

said she got him from three hombres pet

emporium on 3rd and whale.

He was wrapped up like a tear drop

in plastic, with big gold eyes and what looked like a broken

potato chip for a fin. She put him in

a bowl and said to call him chip.

Chip didn’t move much

and if you tipped the bowl to one side,

it was like watching a small boat

drifting in the doldrums.

Chip only knew one trick; shaping himself

like a u and turning upside down.

He did it for hours

and never seemed to get tired.

Chip even slept that way.

© Naomi C. Kellogg

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Naomi C. Kellogg

Naomi is an emerging screenwriter and novelist who writes fiction, nonfiction, and dramas. She’s written for a national magazine, run a blog, and headed the communications department for a 501c3 corporation. Naomi is actively completing a Master’s Degree in Fine Arts and is a member of the Nation Council of Negro Women (NCNW), St. Petersburg Chapter, where she hopes to inspire young African-American women who aspire to write.

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