They say
The worst gifts to get
Are those that you have to
Fake your appreciation forBut this is a lie
The worst birthday gift to get
Is the news that
Your little brother
Might be dead by dawnThe eve of my 18th birthday
My dad looked me in the eye
And he said
"Your brothers appendix
Has ruptured.
This is bad.
This could be deadly, Beth."
Those words alone
Are quite scary
But paired with the fear in my
Father's eyes
They were
TerrifyingMy father is rarely a man of fear
I can count the times
I've seen him afraid,
Truly afraid,
On one hand
So when I saw the fear in his eyes
I knew that my brothers
Life
Was hanging in the balance
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Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...