OnlyA Poem by Rita L. Sev...Little Tim asked Mom and Dad Why he was all they ever had “My pals all play with little brothers; how come here there are no others? I always try to do my part with fresh mud pies and
bright wall art, I scrub Mom’s plates so shining clean you cannot see the blue bird scene I saved the plants from last month’s drought by soaking them with Guinness Stout When Dad claimed Visa took his cash, I put that card right in the trash! So many chores laid on my back, I need some sibs to pick up
slack Besides, it can get pretty lonely… So, why am I your one and only?” © 2015 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRita L. SevPhiladelphia, PAAboutPLEASE READ THIS BEFORE "FRIENDING" ME: I am happy to be sharing my poems (and occasional stories) and thrilled to be reading fellow authors. About Friend Requests - It is wise to READ some of .. more..Writing
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