Untitled

In loving memory of my grandmother

Exhausted, I watch them play.

All eleven of them�"

sitting and playing.

The youngest, smiles at me

I return the smile.

Yes, they are mine

 

“Eleven kids?”

I often hear,

as I struggle

to purchase food.

Do not pity me

for I am proud

and do not think�"

you can help me.

Please, just help yourself

for these babies

are mine.

 

One by one,

they start to leave.

Army, Hospital, Police

and school.

They prove my labors,

have really paid off.

Don’t ask me about their father,

and realize how I didn’t say “fathers.”

They are all from me,

are always with me.

For these eleven kids�"

are mine.

Author's Note

Still searching for a title!!! Suggestions are welcome!!!!

Reviews

[Dalebear]

Good write

[Abigail T]

What an encouraging and uplifting piece! It's so refreshing to read something about how wonderful it is to create life one loves. Such a beautiful piece about a woman many can be proud and happy to say they know. Wonderful!

[Marie Harrison]

A Happy Dozen?

[Kelly M.]

You know I think maybe you could leave the title ''Untitled'' or maybe Memories?
I felt like this did not flow to well. It was really choppy. I did not think it was necessary to state their names. it seemed to me like you were trying to write a story in a poem, but it didn't turn out exactly right. I think it would be better if you had maybe some rhyming words. Maybe try like a Diamante? That is just a suggestion. It's YOUR writing not mine so feel free to disregard what I said.
-Cheers-