You think you have nothing.

I.
Life ate away our bones, chipped support
until it forced us to crumble. Our bits and pieces
sunk to the floor like forgotten cookie crumbs
left to sog
at the bottom of an empty glass.

We had no milk, no substance,
and thus deserved no structure;
there were no cookies either
we never knew something so sweet.

II.
We wore only dirt on our skin,
let the sun beat us every day
while the weak silently prayed for the night.
We all prayed for the night.

My brother cried when it finally came with the rain
for it threatened to strip us once again,
but the spring tears brought flowers to live under our smiles.

I learned they could not run like us
with dust in their hair, scrapes on their tired knees,
and soon they too lived to bring pain.

III.
Mother had more dreams than all of us
she slept while Pa tried to find work,
woke only to wish upon all the stars in the sky.

Sometimes I would kneel with her
while she sprinkled her tears across the land
and told the stars,
' I am not spring.
These tears do not bring hopeless plants,
but sweeter things which may grow to change the world. '

She'd turn to me and gently rub those tiny droplets
into the dirt which remained on my skin.

IV.
We grew taller than the flowers, my family and I,
cried more tears each night with the rain
if only to eliminate our pain.

And there were sweet things;
Daddy got a job and bought us cookies,
milk to give us new substance and strength.

We didn't crumble
and we never forgot the soggy bits
at the bottom of the glass.

Author's Note

Not great, but it'll do.
What do you think? ^__~;