Always

I was always a small child,
A skinny little thing
No one understood why
My brothers were so big
And I was so small

I was always a nice child
Helping others,
Not think about myself
Never thinking about myself

I was always a curious child
Looking through drawers,
Folders, notebooks, bills
Always wondering,

I was always a smart child
Looking at the big numbers
And the small numbers,
Always very small numbers

I was always an attentive child
The month with no lights
Was the month when
The numbers in her purse
Were smaller
Than the number on the paper

I was always a hungry child
Pushing the food around
Until my parents left the room
Then handing it over
To my brothers
Who needed it much more than I did.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Alexis Evans.

 

Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?

 

One thought on “Always

  1. This is good, that fifth stanza is very strong, such effect from such simple language. Nice.

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