I was clearing and digging through some old papers
(as one does when they live abroad and
lug all their crap from place to place)
lug all their crap from place to place)
when I came upon an old collection of poems
that I wrote my last year of highschool.
I am not a poet but s*it.
I made myself tear up a little.
that I wrote my last year of highschool.
I am not a poet but s*it.
I made myself tear up a little.
*****
“Two Babies” by Lauren Wells
Two babies were born
Fate dividing nature’s love
Special little fingers, matching little toes
Mother’s exhausted but can’t get enough
First it’s matching diapers
Little socks on tiny feet
Two new baby beauties
Sprawled on the double-crib’s soft sheet
Both twins should be growing,
But one seems to refuse
Worried doctors look her over
This one won’t be tying her shoes
Scared parents wring their hands
Games become less fun to play
Brand new medicines arrive
No more carefree holidays
Childhood marches on
As the family tries to cope
Everyone grows up faster
But never gives up hope
The special twin is the centerpiece
Of the family’s daily rituals
Trying to find some semblance of normal
Huddled together for late-night vigils
Struggling to accept what’s been given
My hardest task of all
Hoping that someday Rhiannon will get better
Hoping for a sign of change, even small
Off I go while she stays back home
Determine to live a life without regret
Determine to live a life for two
Failing, failing, failing again - why can’t I get it yet?
Two babies were born
Fate dividing nature’s love
Living lives forever traveling in opposite directions
Unable to change but alway fighting what cannot be undone.
This summer 2016 - picnicking!
HAH!
Drinking vodka - shots!
KIDDING!
Taking turns closing our eyes for the camera.
So...yeah.
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