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all that close

Posted by jeresk on March 24, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

she’s sitting at my feet and

i’m combing little sister’s greying hair

and our sobrina has her feet on my lap

with her father,

my baby brother,

holding her in his arms at the other end

of the couch as she sleeps

through the sappy happy tv movie and

he puts his soda can on the doily on the end table

and the other sis nesting in pa’s barco lounger

scoops up the can and takes a familial swig

and asks the other bro if he wants some

and he turns

lying on his back on the rug where he is

cuddled with his twins

says something about getting that raise and

being able to afford his very own soda now and germs

and not being all that close

and i laugh

and i cry a little

and i comb little sister’s hair.

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