Late Night Thoughts

I think about my sister.

One cut.

                                        I think about how much I’ve missed her.                                       Two cuts.

I think about my brother.

Three cuts.

        I think about growing up without a mother.                                      Four cuts.

I think about my father. 

just one more cut.

I can finally see the father.

Reviews

[Charlotta Yvonne Smith]

This is really a sad poem. But I thank you for sharing it with us.