The Last Mint

The Last Mint

A Poem by Anna

I think God has favorite people
like a mother has a favorite child;
she will say she loves them all equally,
and love them all she does.
But there is always one she loves
just a little bit more.
The one that gets hugged first;
little things that shouldn't matter
like another minute to watch a show
and the last mint in her purse.

© 2020 Anna


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Ever noticed that if you are in a 'big' family, it's the youngest... nice write and very neatly constructed... liked this a lot! :-)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Anna

4 Years Ago

I'm the youngest. It's not always the way it seems.

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Added on October 23, 2020
Last Updated on October 23, 2020
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