Baby Bro

I have always looked for comfort, not for partnership

It has always been easier to be the one who cares

Not the one who receives care because well that is just silly.

I was seven when my circumstance changed,

I was fourteen when I rebelled and fucked my brother up

I swore that he would never age the way that I did

And yet what did I do, I left the house, I ran away

he felt responsible and that broke my heart.

He and me we are the same……

he just doesn’t want to know.

I love that boy with all my heart

he is my rock, my guardian, he is my brother.

 

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom