My Sister’s Son

My Sisters Son short poem

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He gets so frustrated, he swears you know
“The damn battery’s dead”, he pouts
“Thomas just wait and daddy will take you”
“I have to go now”, he shouts
He hates the questions the kids fire at him
“Why can’t you walk or run?”
If you believe you can’t miss what you’ve never known
Then don’t ask my sister’s son
She fell up the stairs she twisted her foot
He’s heavy he’s almost nine
“Move his stuff downstairs” his dad suggests
“The room off the kitchen is fine”
“Would you like to sleep next to a dryer?” she snaps
Adding more weight to their strain
She’s gotten so big. Is that how she copes?
Her exhaustion, his loss, their pain
My three healthy children move about freely
I just can’t fathom her grief
Do I feel guilt? perhaps, relief? absolutely
I live with my guilty relief

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...big ones, help the little onesyou move in the direction of your thoughts...you are where you are today because your thoughts brought you there
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