by Ralph FletcherNot Fair
It's not fair
that my two-year-old brother
should get her for a babysitter.
Not fair
the way she kisses his bare belly
and gives me a mumbled hello.
Not fair
how he climbs onto her lap
how she smoothes down his hair.
Not fair
how he returns from her house
smelling like some wild, wild flower.
Fireflies
Long long ago
a girl wrote to a boy
a steamy love note
on a secret page of wet beach sand.
The boy wrote back
and that's how Dad
fell in love with Mom.
Tonight
I wish it was you
outside my window
scribbling bright love
on these pages of night.
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