When I lost my grand-mother I lost my perfect little nest My main source of attention So ironic Being the eldest In a family of six Now the little ones Were getting the attention And rightly so I was on my own to grow up And figure it all out I often felt I was in the way I kept busy and out of sight It would have been ideal To learn how useful I could be Caring for kids giving mom a break Teaching them how to write Or reading bedtime stories Instead I have so few memories Of what should have been The best years of my life How sad ~ it’s so ironic AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on February 23, 2019