A picture of us:
I in one hand,
my sister in the other,
with your face in between.
And a smile of joy
is painted on your face–
one of lingering regrets,
yet happy in its place.
We share a popsicle
as it melts
under the hot sun.
I crash and fall,
over and over
but you laugh,
and I laugh too.
We share fries
and peppered ketchup;
I giggle
and you chuckle.
You say "ouch"
and I watch and worry,
and grab a bandaid—
just like always.
You disappear
but always come back
after a days work–
far too long.
I ask you to split an apple
with just your hands,
and you do!
You eat one half
and give me the other–
without a second thought.
I take a sip of your
soda, in revenge
for taking my cup.
And you open a bag of blueberries,
frozen and tempting–
We share the bowl
and my small hands
stained purple,
become a lasting memory of you.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Поэзияthis is a collection of my poetry over the span of a few months. My newer works are better than the initial ones imo ‼️ I hope you enjoy it!! if you have any feedback, let me know.
