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| My sisters and brother. (I'm a lot older now) |
Witty thoughts are wasted when I'm alone,
these days sisters and brothers far flung;
jobs, college, marriage. I'm home alone
where middle school math provides scant revelry
and Mom has confiscated my cell phone,
says "You've been on too long"...
but I've no one to hang with.
Holidays I hear siblings retell stories
of escapades and experiences shared,
feel left out, long to have been a part.
Can't help feel sad, wish I had younger siblings.
I'm happiest when our whole family is together.
Often tear up, like I'm doing now;
think of how much I miss them. Being the youngest
often feels like being an only child.
My brother and sisters say they LONGED
for peace and quiet. I long for their voices, their laughter,
just them. Being a tribe, being... a family squished together.
Spencer Bednar, November 27, 2019
shared with the challenge from "Poets United - Midweek Motif - Longing"
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| My crazy, fun family - love when we are all together |
