her First real memory

her First real memory

A 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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My Mother My Mother

A Poem by Reflexion