poetry

Family

I have never met you,

no, never.

I’ve only heard stories of the past,

how my mother and your father

shared a sibling tie

that was broken

before the birth of you and I.

We’ve grown a couple months apart,

for 20 years at this point.

It’s tragic, really,

that we share the same blood,

but don’t feel like family.

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One thought on “Family

  1. I really like that “we’ve grown a couple months apart, for 20 years at this point.” Well written poem, rather sad. But, if poetry couldn’t be sad there’d be a whole lot less of it.

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