Poetry
To Big Sis Evelyn Williams You’re the pioneer for us, our front runner. the one that gets new rules put in place from fresh parents. I am the closer, I am stuck, never to be let go; I cause tears. Which is worse? and create my own. At the end, I am the one convincing our parents that I’ll come back. I’m not leaving forever. The baby of the family can never grow up. I get things that you don’t because I am perpetually stuck in the state of infancy. I am the last of us girls that “leaves the nest.” The guilt trips for moving on are endless. We are all grown up, but I am the one to hold mom up as she cries on my cheeks, holding me too tight, saying sorry for things she doesn’t need to be sorry for. Her hurt is shown to me only because you have started your own life. but I can’t tell you that, can I? I love you, but I need you to understand that being the baby of the family is the job of an adult.
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KIOSK2021
