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Where I grew up
February 14, 2024
My little house
The color of blood.
Surrounded by blooming flowers.
Kids always outside laughing,
The smell of fresh muffins from the windows.
Living my life in chunks at a time.
I grew up two different ways.
Making plans was always hard.
The words I always said,
“Oh, I can't. I'm at my mom’s”
I was always outside with my friends,
Riding my bike around the cul de sac,
Playing pretend in the concrete driveway,
Knocking on my friend’s door,
White as snow,
seeing if they were home.
Hearing the howl of the train whistle as I drift to sleep.
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This poem is about how i grew up in a small down with split parents.