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Siblings
September 9, 2014
They look up at me,
Loving every second of the attention I give to them
They're young, still unused to it
The young feet slap across our driveway,
Looking eachother in the eye
Argueing lovingly, playfully "Hulk or Cinderella"
I tell them I love them to the edge of the universe
But they're too young to understand distance
So they look at the moon, imagining instead
I look at the young children, love in my eyes, and squeeze their hands- I am still unused to the attention.
© Adria O., Edgewood, WA
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This is a style of poem called tritina. I wrote it for a class project.