Her Grand Entrance

It was my seventh year

When my uncle came

To take me

Through the halls of snow,

Past the walls of snow.

It felt as if school

Was a far off dream

And my friends

Characters from

My story books.

My parents were driving

As quickly as they dared

Through the halls of snow,

Past the walls of snow

To get to the hospital,

Perhaps too far distant

For my sister

(Who was supposed to be

a brother)

who was anxious

to break free

into the world

(That was supposed to be

My world.)

She made her

Grand entrance

Into the world, that was no

Longer my world,

While Dad was in the hospital

Getting a wheelchair.

She made her

Grand entrance

In a green Vega

That had traveled

Down the halls of snow,

Past the walls of snow.

She was so anxious

To take over my world

She had to be labeled

With the label

Dirty Baby,

Which made my mother

Hot enough to melt

The halls of snow

And the walls of snow.

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