I remember
when I was six years old
I went down to Florida to see my grandma with my family for spring break
My cousins would come a few hours later
after I arrived
And I knew what I wanted most
My cousin Caroline loved mermaids
So I wanted to make her a mermaid pool
so when she saw it she would smile and gasp and say
"Thank you, Vivien, thank you!"
So she would acknowledge her baby cousin
and love her
I decorated the hot tub
with strings and streamers of purple and blue
I drew pictures of mermaids and painted them with watercolors, too
I made a sign that said, "mermad pool"
I was so excited for her to come and see what I made her
When she finally arrived
I showed her the mermaid pool
she smiled and said "that's nice"
and looked away without a second glace
my mother tried to explain
why Caroline loved my brothers but not me
but I didn't understand
why my age made me less
So I took down the mermaid pool
and accepted then at once
that
Caroline would never love me.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)