I Am Spoiled

I look around to see

all our little blessings

looking back at me.

Some are bigger than me now


I remember

when they rode on my arm

or slept on my shoulder

or held up pudgy hands to me.


with all these grown-up blessings

I spend a lot of my days crying for you.

With all this family

in the midst of all this present flesh

I have a soul-sized empty spot


I wanted also

the blessing of you.



I am spoiled

and trying not

to be angry only

or bitter mostly

because I do not get

the blessing of you.

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