I am my sister’s silence
And hand me downs
The dry skin under her eyes
And the holes in her stockings
I am my brother’s mistakes
And broken pencil leads
His empty room
And his unfinished books
I am my mother’s tears
And her poems
Her paint water
And the map above her desk
I am my father’s laugh
And discard cigarettes
The sunflower seeds beneath his bed
And his mother’s jade
I am my parent’s lost love
Born from coffee foam
Floating above bitter
Easy to swallow
But difficult to describe
I am a child
I am easily bruised
And like my scars
My smile will fade
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
I am my sister’s silence
And hand me downs
The dry skin under her eyes
And the holes in her stockings
I am my brother’s mistakes
And broken pencil leads
His empty room
And his unfinished books
I am my mother’s tears
And her poems
Her paint water
And the map above her desk
I am my father’s laugh
And discard cigarettes
The sunflower seeds beneath his bed
And his mother’s jade
I am my parent’s lost love
Born from coffee foam
Floating above bitter
Easy to swallow
But difficult to describe
I am a child
I am easily bruised
And like my scars
My smile will fade
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