Look at you so young and mild,
who would think that you would want a child...
Snow might be falling,
Or birds might be calling...
Sister hold your brother
tell him it's okay...
Lurking in every corner
occuring in every dream...
I've been babysitter to many ,
untill I had kids of my own...
My sister is a river: so smooth, and steady...
Then going down stream a little farther you hit...
Please make me stop crying i cant stand the sound...
You have away
of hurting me...
You are like my father
I wish we were closer...
My mind shuts down, I am so numb. You told
me not to drink that night, now I notice...
*This poem is for my mom.. Sorry but I just...
I'm tired of living under your rules...
My mom is sick but they are going to make her...
I love you mommy...