You Were The First That I Wanted
Mommy,
I don't like the way that man is looking at us.
'Wave to him, baby...
That's your daddy.'
But I thought you said,
Uncle Barry was my daddy.
'Uncle Barry is your sister's daddy.'
Then 'who' is Uncle Moe, mommy?
'Uncle Moe, ?
Is my daddy, baby.'
But wouldn't that make him,
My grandfather?
That's what you told Billy!
'But Billy is the baby, honey?
And him being the youngest...
I needed to have at least 'one' child of mine,
Not as dysfunctional as the others.'
What does that mean?
'You will know that soon enough! '
But I thought I was your baby, mommy?
'You ARE?
You will always be my baby, honey.
You were the first that I wanted.'
Oh?
Oh...
Okay!
And I wanted your sister and brother too.
But not like the way I wanted you!
Oh?
Oh...
Okay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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