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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2192049
A childhood memory where I decided to speak from another person's point-of-view.

I remember so little about the family next door
Besides heated altercations overheard
Through narrow space between houses
As a mother handled five sons by herself
With husband off one place or another on the job

Their youngest boy left to play peerless in yard
Blind to those shenanigans of his elders
In sorcerous high jinks only children understood
Accompanied by friends fashioned from bundles of yarn
Or a wand that produced bubbles taking him afar

Once caught at property line
And a blackberry bush ripened to pick
Me grabbing nearest basket from the kitchen
So at least one adult showed some interest
In order for that child to stay occupied here on Earth

We snacked a little and talked a lot
Until it dawned on the mom source of true commitment
Who came along all boldfaced and annoyed
A neighbor or conceivably the whole world at large
Ever hazard to infringe upon her private assets

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