Tuesday, April 10, 2018


     Here's a poem about a baby (one of my favorite subjects
     to write about.


New Baby

Soon as my sister is born
before she’s two days old
people start dividing her up.

“She has my double-chin.”
“Got Grandma’s olive eyes.”
“She has her father’s nose.”

Like she’s just a bunch
of borrowed parts
stitched together.

Well, I just got to hold her.
I touched her perfect head
and I’ll tell you this:

My sister is whole.

        from Relatively Speaking: Poems About Family

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