#26: The Youngest Child

| November 26, 2011 | 0 Comments

Not much concerns her, she’s still oh so young

She stays close to Sissy, doesn’t wander or run.

And sometimes at night, when Sissy’s abed

and she has been sleeping, alone in her head,

she’ll wake to a queer sound, a moonlighted vigil

of teardrops and snuffling and sobs being stifled.

She’ll creep out of her bedroll and go to the eldest

and hug her in silence til’ she’s sent back for more rest.



Category: 2011, Scifi

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Just a young whippersnapper who's interested in writing. >..<" I do a bit of poetry, and sometimes I write short stories when I have time.

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