Poetry 2000-.....

This poem speaks of the anguish being the middle girl to two boys. I've heard there's a black sheep in every family. A favorite too. Or so it really seems.

I Remember   


You love....and hold

The one child who fell

  Bloody knee, broken ego

He sobbed in your arms

  I watched in sad silence

As you heal with a kiss.

  All pains a part of life

  But within My soul

A deep ugly scar

 I always knew

Dear mother

  You didn't



 No hugs

No kisses

  No Birth Days

No Good Nights

No...  I cannot forget.


Ciera S. Louise c. May 10, 2005