The idea that I must love Those whose blood I share Makes me roll my eyes. Family can be deadly just as easily As it can be loving. All too often spirits are decapitated With families choosing to Bury the dead under the title, “FAMILY” If a body doesn’t fall in step, It’s all tooContinue reading “Family Realism”
He came in on a hot evening And hugged fully, Despite my “Sweaty-spring-day” stink. We laughed at things only my family would. Dark and downright ridiculous. We are a unit, with patterns of behavior even long apart. If you know the Runny-Bunny brother, You know the Runny-Bunny. And I am proud of that.
I went to volunteer at a preschool Excited and optimistic. I would be helping little children grow. We would play, and I, I would make a positive impact. I’m great with little kids I’m told! I think they lied to me. Because, On my first day, A little boy came running at me without warning.Continue reading “Different Sisters”
My sister is my favorite, My baby, and my guardian. I see her in dreams, Dreams about visiting, And whether my life is so strange, That my dreams are plain, Or my imagination needs a break at night, I’m unclear, but the dreams are only as twisted as life. And no dream of my sister,Continue reading “Dreams”
Down the hall, End to end We run “Runny-Bunny, Runny-Bunny, Runny-Bunny!” Giggle and squeal, Giggle and squeal “Faster, faster, faster!” Holding my hands, He “chased” me Slowly stomping his feet, That is a brother, That is my brother, And I am a Runny-Bunny.
I went from a child peacemaker To enter adulthood through a hall of invisible terror I would have clicked my heels three times, there’s no one like old Misty, *click* there’s no one like child Misty, *Click* there’s no one like farsighted Misty, *CLICK* Once through that ten-million-mile hall I have no desire to turnContinue reading “I Don’t Need Children”
You know those family members you love and are fun to visit with, but they aren’t so good at keeping in touch? They get super busy (and that is the truth), or they aren’t so great with letters (WHHHAAT?!?), or they can’t stand phones (talking on one anyway)? I have several siblings like that, andContinue reading “I’m Gonna do it For Me”