Poetry by a not so average child

Saylor Grace Roberts

Saylor grace Roberts

was supposed to be a boy

As far as my standards

One with blue eyes as deep as the sea

And hair as black as ebony

Like his father

He'd be my little brother

In a houseful of overpowering women

He (like his father) would struggle to fit in

With the "unnatural" forces

I'd teach him the ways of girls

Respect and kindness

Are how to get noticed

Play baseball with him

Tell him about the world

But still push him out of my room

I'd focus on his negative but would be lost without him

He'd walk along uncharted territory

And push my buttons until he matured

But He'd grow up to be a father

And perhaps end up having a daughter

He'd walk along a path he already knew

Like the back of his hand

(The way would be indented with his foot prints)

And he'd make her smile at the rights cues

He'd try to avoid these buttons

That he pushed with me

And I'd end up having a lovely niece

As a loving aunt

I'd show him how to dress up

And play dolls with her

Even if he didn't enjoy it

Until she grew up

And he could destroy it

But that wasn't the case

April 1st of 2009

A girl was born with big brown eyes

And waving hair clasping to her head like desperate hitchhikers

Saylor (nearly Julian) Roberts

Borrowed

The name taken from her father

Who is Unlike mine

But I loved her all the same

And even though I had 2 sisters instead of one

2 sisters to let borrow my clothes instead of one

2 sisters to bother me instead of one

2 sisters to watch out for and lead instead of one

But now I had 2 sisters to love instead of one