A Sister - Third In Line Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Sister - Third In Line



When you were born, stars were popped out of their
sockets with your loud crying.

You didn't like strangers - you'd yell at the top
of your lungs.

Poor Mom, you were such a cute little baby, but boy
what a pair of lungs!

At Christmas when we all got to go sit on Santa's
lap, your little face got all screwed up and out
came the yells and crying as a photographer got the
perfect shot for the newspaper's front page.

Poor Santa Claus.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Still remember that day with Santa. That picture of my sister on the front page, crying, has stayed in my photographic mind as if it were only today that it happened. When in my 20's I went to that newspaper office hoping they still had a copy of that picture. Unfortunately it had been destroyed years ago.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shraddha The Poetess 04 March 2014

realllllllllllyyyyyyyy nice and cute..................

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Aman Arora 03 March 2014

This makes me smile. Cute poem.

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