family – Mindfully Messy

You Feel Like Home

“If you hadn’t been born,
I don’t know where I’d be.”
I wrote those words 4 years ago,
Yet the truth matures with age.

Life’s full of people needing things from you,

Sometimes it’s supplying true interest in them,

Sometimes it’s comforting words when they’re lonely.

Life’s full of you needing things from people,

Sometimes it’s gifting advice to halt your mind,

Sometimes it’s holding you during a breakdown.

I know no existence without her,

She knows no other younger sister.

I was always right behind,

Endeavoring to match stride.

Ve saw me wading through oblivion,

Ve dragged me away from the edge,

How could someone of intrinsic value,

Be found using online classified ads?

Whenever August 1st comes around,

“It’s the beginning of Birthday Month!”

I’d play along to a certain extent,

More times than not I’d also tease,

“People only get one birthday,

No one gets an entire month!”

A mother and her youngest child:

All of my firsts were all of her lasts.

I was the final offspring she nourished,

Both inside and outside of the womb.

I was the final bird to fly the nest,

Did she notice my broken wings?