You were so lively
Running to and fro
To and fro.
Speeding back and forth,
Back and forth.
Always, chasing, after,
Your brother.
"Charlie! Be careful! Not too fast! Emma! Stop!"
Came my shrill cry,
Only caring
For your safety.
Your brother called back.
You gurgled.
You hadn't quite mastered words yet.
But soon, you'd be a blabber.
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Emma
PoetryFollowing her life, From her family's point of view, In poetry. Kinda. A very rough draft, awaiting to be edited.
