GirlhoodA Poem by TheWordWreckerMy sister and I would lie in the son. We freckled instead of tanned With blotchy elbows and knees, And muddied footprints
That followed a summer storm. Mom would scold As we trekked through the house. Before she’d chase us out
Spray us with a hose And change our clothes, And we would laugh. three of us dancing
In the artificial rain. The sun would shine Mists and rainbows, On those bleak sweltering days.
White wisps turned grayish glooms When asked, “When’s Daddy coming home?” things where never the same.
The days mom would cry At the sound of his name. My sister stood steadfast, The loyal daughter,
While I set his socks on fire. Trying to forget The man that kicked The soccer ball for us,
And held us high over the countryside. Pointing at cows and sheep Grazing on the grassy hillsides.
The gravel roads that curved And twisted down Toward the sea. The roads he followed, When he went away. Where mom called out And my sister remained. Little did I know,
I would follow his way. © 2015 TheWordWrecker |
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Added on October 11, 2015 Last Updated on October 11, 2015 Tags: growing up, growing, girlhood, childhood, heartache, heartbreak, poetry, poem, sisters, mothers, fathers, wanderer, missing, adventurer AuthorTheWordWreckerCincinnati, OHAboutRecent Grad from Uni missing a writing community chained to a desk at a 9-5 jotting story notes to pass the time. Doctors orders: Words, I must find! Otherwise, I might loose my mind. (No,.. more..Writing
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