Free-write Poem #2
Little sister Her hair curls in ringlets of sun Shining bright from her head She lights up the home Gaps highlight her sweet smile Like army soldiers late to roll call Missing Incisors leave her with a slur And at night she waits for a fairy to trade tired teeth for money The weight of life stalks behind her But she’s too fast to catch She wins every race And every game Yet as her sun begins to frizz And…