I'm not a college entrance exam <br />or an SAT test. <br />I don't care what your GPA was, <br />or how many A's <br />were on your report cards. <br />I care that your brain <br />tells your body to breathe, <br />and your heart to beat. <br />I care that you understand me; <br />and you do. <br />And for the record, <br />I'm no rocket scientist. <br />I'm pretty smart, sure, <br />but to be fair, so are you. <br />Put me on a roof though, <br />I'd probably fall off or fall through. <br />And don't let me <br />get near <br />a toilet. <br />Was this country not founded <br />with bridges, and buildings and cars? <br />By men that worked hard? <br />It certainly hasn't survived <br />because somebody thought <br />our poems were nice. <br />Fifty years from now, <br />there will still be those houses <br />you built. <br />We'll see if anyone remembers <br />my poetry book. <br />I'm good with words, <br />and you're good with hammers. <br />That doesn't mean that one of us <br />is smarter than the other. <br />So build me a bookcase <br />and I'll fill it up for you <br />with thousands of poems <br />about how much I love you.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-good-with-hammers/
