22 April 2008

Poem #19

This prompt was to write about a memory of yourself that you do not remember. Without being able to go back to my family, I chose one of the family stand-bys.

A New Sister

When the small bundle
arrived in my mother's
arms I was not concerned.
When she cried and wailed
and my mother gave her breast
there was nothing to fear.
When she was laid in the
bassinet to sleep
I watched in fascination.
When they told me she was
staying, I said,
She can go home now....
Take her back to the hospital.

1 comment:

Momma Amy said...

I'm so glad that Mom and Dad didn't listen to you. :)

Great poem!