We All Babied Her
She was a delicate being.
Things bothered her more than most.
She walked off more jobs than we care to count.
There were eight of us when she was born.
She was our baby, our princess, our doll.
We all babied her, some of us fought over
Who would carry her to Kindergarten.
When she fell on hard times,
We pitched in and paid her
Rent, and her utilities, for
A couple of years.
We helped her a lot,
Because that is what big
Brothers and sisters do.
She is forty-two now.
Still living at home.
She can’t keep a job.
Can’t get along with others.
We cannot figure out why.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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