red-haired baby born
blue eyes ... fair skin
wee Irish lass
blue eyes ... fair skin
wee Irish lass
August ninth birthday
summer parties every year
one to seventy-one
summer parties every year
one to seventy-one
big brother's birthday
January seventeenth
so jealous
January seventeenth
so jealous
grandpa's empty shelf
fills with grandma's birthday gifts
brown skin dolls
bairn's eyes wide open
looks at warm loving smiles
sees a photograph
then and forever
my gift
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Today's National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem in which I muse on the gifts received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, a kind brother, or not.
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