Who You Were, Who You Are, Who You'll Be: Pt. 5
- Tabatha Jenkins
- May 5, 2017
- 1 min read
(This is a seven poem series that was directly inspired by my younger brother, Sam. I wrote a different poem based on my perception and experiences with him at each stage.)
I had never seen
a more excited face
than whenever mom took you
to pick out your backpack
and other school supplies.
As a high schooler,
I had forgotten the simple joy
of grade school.
It took me awhile
to remember the excitement
of new adventures,
new friends,
field trips, and
lunches served with juice boxes.
I watched it form you,
mold you.
All the teachers loved you,
of course,
you had Dad’s charm
and Mom’s eyes.
I watched you thrive
at things
I once struggled with.
I wanted to resent you
but I couldn’t
help but be
proud.




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