JasonsYoungest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about the life of three seperated siblings growing up without a father

Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Jason’s Youngest

Jasmine Lyn

I was Jason’s youngest, but only for a minute.

I basked in my glory days , when it was just mama papa and me.

And after two years, we were no longer three.

 

Briana Monae

I was Jason’s youngest, but only for a minute.

I really loved my papa dearly, but my mother not as nearly.

Then papa went away, and so did sissy and me.

We both came to live in Jersey, and soon sissy left me.

And I felt so forgotten, and my insides felt so rotten

Until I was handed the love that God had put aside for me.

I was just so happy, and my aunt and me, we lived as best we could.

Eight years later, there came a knock upon our door

Jason was back once more.

Jason The Second

I am Jason’s youngest now, but little do I know,

That life has it’s twist and folds, and there will be times when I’ll be uncertain of where to go

I am just a baby, the first of maybe many sons,

But maybe when I am older I will bring together the two lost ones.

The letter from your Sisters

Now you take the burden. Of being Jason’s youngest

Yes we do assure you brother, there will lots of pain

So when you have your sunshine brother, hold on to it with all you might

Because Jason will bring the rain.


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