I was 18,
When he passed me in height,
Though I grew 1/2 an inch before Christmas,
He must have grown 2
He reached 6 feet by the summer
Wes has Brown eyes so deep and clear,
I long to see them a second time in order to stare
So unlike mine, a color that isn't a color
Esther's hair is only curly now,
because she colored it too much,
blonde is ok, but i miss her brown,
no one would mistake us for twins today,
but they might think her bounce is inherited
My father's fingers were as thin as mine,
when i was 10 and he was 17,
I can't fit his class ring
It's been years,
Since I could share shoes with any friend,
Or find good ones at thrift stores
She once said,
I had the nicest pink pout,
In the family,
tho Dad comes in second,
I don't know why,
she would insult herself that way
my cabdriver asked if I was German,
said I was tall, strong, and healthy
Uncle Paul cut my hair,
two springs past,
He feared I would cry,
to lose that thick length,
coursing down my back,
but I didn't blink,
Another year and I'll cut it again,
I swear its grown a foot already
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
I was 18,
When he passed me in height,
Though I grew 1/2 an inch before Christmas,
He must have grown 2
He reached 6 feet by the summer
Wes has Brown eyes so deep and clear,
I long to see them a second time in order to stare
So unlike mine, a color that isn't a color
Esther's hair is only curly now,
because she colored it too much,
blonde is ok, but i miss her brown,
no one would mistake us for twins today,
but they might think her bounce is inherited
My father's fingers were as thin as mine,
when i was 10 and he was 17,
I can't fit his class ring
It's been years,
Since I could share shoes with any friend,
Or find good ones at thrift stores
She once said,
I had the nicest pink pout,
In the family,
tho Dad comes in second,
I don't know why,
she would insult herself that way
my cabdriver asked if I was German,
said I was tall, strong, and healthy
Uncle Paul cut my hair,
two springs past,
He feared I would cry,
to lose that thick length,
coursing down my back,
but I didn't blink,
Another year and I'll cut it again,
I swear its grown a foot already
October 14, 2014
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