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“Sugar Daddy”

Christopher Hickey

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“Sugar Daddy”

One time when I was a kid,

I woke up with enthusiastic hiccups.

I woke my Father, he was nearest the bedroom door.

He walked me down the hallway,

To the kitchen.

Turned on the light,

And grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

Then, he grabbed the sugar jar,

Spooning out three teaspoons of granulated elixir.

He ran the kitchen faucet,

Then filled the sugared glass three quarters of the way up.

I kept hiccuping enthusiastically throughout.

He encouraged me to drink the filled cup.

And then walked me back down the hallway,

Stopping at my room to tuck me into my bed.

Somehow, the hiccups lost their enthusiasm,

And I was able to go back to sleep.

If there were such a thing as a time machine,

I think, I’d like to go back to that particular moment, and thank my Father for his magic.

Published by Christopher Hickey

Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak. I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it. Some stats: Born: March 1974 Education: St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA DePaul University, Chicago, IL North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison. Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue. Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many. I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today. Some day: Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.

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