don't laugh. okay, go ahead and laugh. i wrote this in 2004 when my brother was 2 and i thought the end of my only-child era was the coolest thing ever. granted, my little brothers are still pretty amazing, the honeymoon phase of having little tiny siblings has definitely warn off. needless to say, i'm glad that i wrote a whole lot of poems, short stories, journal entries, etc. about how much i loved my little brother.
"pocket poem"
My heart resides in the back pocket of a toddler.
Its been dropped
Stepped on
Picked up
Dusted off
Bandaged
Kissed better
And put back for one bumpy ride.
two thoughts: first, my poetic ability has increased immensely (most days). second, wow if i were to write about my brothers now, this is definitely not what i'd have to say.
hope you enjoyed a glimpse into some of the remedial writings of a highschool katie. someday, if you're lucky, maybe i'll find some of my elementary school short stories and musings-- now those are true gems and my real "roots."
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