We grew up in
The same home but as
Years went by
Our short moments of
Sibling spite faded into
Begrudging affection and then
Into
'Have fun at college'
Into
'Tell Mom I said hello'
Into
'August was good, as was December and the months in between'
Into
'Have you called Dad this week/month/year
Into
'Happy birthday, I think'
Into
'Maybe I'll visit next year, or the one after that'
Into
Two gloomy funerals that you couldn't quite make
Into
Your own
And into
Mine
n.p.
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Ramblings of a Mad Child
PoetryDifferent people and different lives, different stories and different times. I cope with life by writing things that appear profound to me.
