Three Fourths

Three Fourths

A Poem by Jacey
"

My family sucks.

"

So I have an elder sister,

She is eighteen years older than I.

When I was a baby,

She used to love to

Take care of me.

Then I turned four,

She moved out.

I never ever see her.

She is married

And will soon be a mommy.

Her baby will be

Happy, sad, and much more.

I will never see that baby,

For my sister is moving,

Far, far away.

 

So I have an older brother,

He is fifteen years older than I.

When I was a baby,

He used to sleep on the floor.

He never had a real home,

But I often saw him.

Then I turned four.

He moved to college.

I never saw him.

I forgot he was family.

He lives on his own now.

He lives just down the street.

Despite that,

I rarely get to see him.

 

So I have an older sister,

She is ten years older than I.

When I was a baby,

She lived with her mommy.

I lived with mine.

Then I turned four,

And she moved in.

I got to see her everyday.

But now she is older,

She moved out,

And lives across town.

I never get to see her.

 

Now I am me.

I am thirteen.

As a child everything was easy.

I never knew what

Loneliness was.

I never had no one there.

I loved each of my siblings,

In a special way.

My eldest sister cared about me.

My older brother did not like me.

My older sister thought of me as a brat.

I realise that now,

But I still love each of them.

Even thought I never see them.

© 2008 Jacey


Author's Note

Jacey
Ignore the repetition of words please!

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I LOVE THIS!

It's so amazing.

It really shows how things where way easier for us when we were little.
Too bad we didn't realize that when we where younger, that the awsomeness would soon end when you got older. If you knew, you'd be able to cherish every moment that you had.

This was genius.
I absolutley adored it.
Awsome job, Joclyn.

XxStayyyyySweet,
You know who.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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