Step On a Crack

 

 

Step on a crack,

break yo Momma’s back.

Put yo hand on yo hip

and let yo backbone slip.

I remember those summer nights,

racing the streetlights

because any later we’d be in trouble.

Leaving anyone behind meant double.

These were the laws back then.

Waking just to do it again.

Summers at Grandma’s, freedom rang!

So we jumped, played, chanted, and sang.

Ignored tales told at night in the kitchen.

Forgot ancient folklore and superstition.

But could you imagine a world just so,

where things could differ from what we know?

Where instead of doctors, lawyers, or engineers,

there were unicorns, fairies, and talking steers.

What if all oddities somehow rang true?

Would I be guiltless?  Would you?

To think as I landed on cracks, ever gladly,

some mother somewhere was screaming, madly!

Halt! These ramifications run deep!

Held accountable for everything we speak?

Stick and stones

may break my bones,

but words will never hurt me.

Least that’s what we want to believe…

 

© Daydreamer

Poem submission for differ;halt;imagine at Three Word Wednesday and Mary’s Mixed Bag: Friday the Thirteenth on popular superstitions at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.  Please visit, enjoy, and comment after linking ❤

 

 

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One thought on “Step On a Crack”

  1. We used to have that superstition too, about it being unlucky to step on a crack. How silly. LOL
    Funny how all the things that worry us as kids are nothing really, on a scale of the worries we do eventually grow up to live. This was a lovely reminder of the innocence of childhood. Very nice read. 🙂

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