You Were The First That I Wanted

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Mommy,
I don't like the way that man is looking at us.

'Wave to him, baby...
That's your daddy.'

But I thought you said,
Uncle Barry was my daddy.

'Uncle Barry is your sister's daddy.'

Then 'who' is Uncle Moe, mommy?

'Uncle Moe, ?
Is my daddy, baby.'

But wouldn't that make him,
My grandfather?
That's what you told Billy!

'But Billy is the baby, honey?
And him being the youngest...
I needed to have at least 'one' child of mine,
Not as dysfunctional as the others.'

What does that mean?

'You will know that soon enough! '

But I thought I was your baby, mommy?

'You ARE?
You will always be my baby, honey.
You were the first that I wanted.'

Oh?
Oh...
Okay!

And I wanted your sister and brother too.
But not like the way I wanted you!

Oh?
Oh...
Okay!

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