Little love light as a feather soft as a dove
I stood in front of your sister mom before
Before you were thought of before you
Became so much more
So much energy so much love
Skinny girl eight I held you and fed you
Now you run up to me begging a hug
You’re the only one I will do it for
What will you be little bug
Little girl playing with granpa on the rug
Trying to serve me an orange popsicle while I sit down to write
What will you be tiny girl who says to me,
“I’m too young to even be responsible for myself”
when I bug her about getting a job
how could such a small thing
change a person
YOU ARE READING
Poems From Inside Me
PoetryThis is a chapbook of poetry that led me to dedicate myself to writing, whether it be for money or simply to express myself. In this book I talk about family, love, loss and all the illusions that life brings us through.
