Jun 9, 2014

Broken Haiku

on your first birthday
your parents loved you
so much
were in love with your tiny self
so much
Adored your clever intelligence
so much
They conceived your next sister
on your first birthday.

So why then, does she hate you?

Nearly six decades later, it is of barely any interest,
except the part where you worry about her absence,
and her well-being.

 Can't fix it now, can't change it, can't make her better.

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