Impatiently played
With a baby doll
I was preparing
For brother's arrival
Grandma stood
over the stove
Stirring a stew
I would refuse
Sisters played
With their baby dolls
Also preparing
For our brother
He was born in June
Outside was hot
The van cool as we rode
To finally see him
I wanted peanut butter candies
I didn't like Western Earp
Yet I was outvoted
The name wasn't chosen
That sweet baby
His tiny fingers curled
Swoops blonde like ice cream
Squinted blue skies
He was to be home
He was to belong
Yet grandma kept us
Something was wrong
Mother's blood lowered
Brother the taste of salt
Father never payed visit
Sisters and I in panic...
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My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
