her First real memoryA Poem by Reflexion“Your Mom is an addict, she was too selfish to give you up, but I can’t take it anymore.”
This was her first real memory
She was three
After that,
There was kindergarten, T-Ball, And A new man around the house
“He doesn’t like to play, or be with me, but mom really likes to be with him, so they got me a new baby sitter, Jessica.
Jessica is in high school, so She always Has her friends around
People would come in and out of the house Day and night, and Usually after a day or two, Sometimes three, Mommy would come home and sleep.
I guess the kids at school Didn’t really want to play or be with me either Because Every time they would start a new game They would keep me out.” That summer, I signed up for little league, but I really didn't want to. © 2015 Reflexion |
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Added on October 17, 2015 Last Updated on October 17, 2015 |