Mother's stomach stretched
With Amber lines like Saturn's rings
Your first home all furnished
Mom popped like sweet gum
They can't stop looking at you
You must be special
The house is more pink
Mom is bigger, making life
She still slicks my curls
Cries serenade us
Yet only smiles are present
It's those little hands
You lay in the crib
You don't feel like other dolls
No, You're too real
Honey eyes we share
Mom and dad's kisses we share
More than a last name
Baby that's your name
No it's the thing I can't touch
Not a thing, Cryer
Xoxo
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Silk Sister Similes
PuisiA collection of poetry touching subjects of family, self love, and happiness all dedicated to my sibling. Updates Tuesday's and Thursday's.
