'Seven Times'
‘Seven times’ ~ A poem for my younger siblings
I have fallen in love seven times.
Seven pairs of eyes that blinked open
and looked back into mine.
My heart expanded into spaces
I did not know I had,
as your entire hand curled
around my single finger pad.
I no longer had but one shadow,
I smiled down to see now two.
Over the years,
your bodies changed and grew,
...
Saturday 12th February 2022 11:07 am
Relations
New born, away from home
Strip back, left aside
Brother of mine
Met at the age of five
Father’s ‘son’ was heard in whispers
Brought up
Mothers dead but I see a mother
This is your ‘mum’
Mums at home, not my mum
Age of 10
She ain’t his mother
Want to tell him – kept in silence
His mother? My mum?
None of ours
Brother from another mother?
Indeed, he knew so too
But the women he calls...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:32 pm
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