Visitor
Someone is hanging out at my house.
Someone is almost 15 years old.
Someone is the baby of the family.
Someone is watching cartoons.
Someone is also coloring.
Someone is a softball phenom.
Someone is epileptic.
Someone doesn’t want to be
Where her great grandma is dying.
Someone is so childlike.
I’m so glad someone is at my house.
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Great idea for the structure of this poem. Your choices of detail express so well the frustrating adoration of mothering a teen-aged kid. So well done.
Thank you! I’m a little biased, she’s my great-niece, so a pseudo grandkid, haha. She is a gem.