Eleven years.
In eleven years he had changed.
From diapers to cars,
to toys to videogames.
Eleven years had passed.
He stood proud as he enjoyed his birthday.
Overjoyed as he got things he wanted.
As his sister looked at him lovingly,
Caring more than he ever thought.
Eleven years passed.
Eleven years loved.
Eleven years changed.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Poetrya little bit of my poetry. not my best. I have never shared it with anybody but my friend.