Like all young innocents
they launched into a new life
with only starry eyed hopes
their love and faith.
And they would need
a lot of it.
Life consumed them
broke them to their knees
shredded their lives
like so much confetti in the wind.
The new infant's special needs
for time and attention
would be the far greater demand;
lots more than big sis of four.
Eventually
they would all awaken
as if from a long nightmare,
but not in time for HER childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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