Poem I Just Wrote - A Poem to my Tween Self -#1

(Note: I just wrote this.  I have not really attempted to polish it yet.)   

A Poem to my Tween Self - #1

You read books

day and night.

You read stories

to be able to disappear
in time and place

just for a little while.

Other times you try

to write the original stories

that flit through

your mind constantly –

even at school.

You have discovered

Lurlene McDaniel’s early books by now.

You love the melodrama of illness and hospitals,

and of boyfriends dying. 

They are very quick and easy

to read.  You love 
them, but think these things

will never happen

to you.

In your mind, you think you will

grow up and go

to college – maybe major

in meteorology – and someday

in the vague distant future

get married. 

There will be four children –

at least three girls and then

a boy for balance.  You always wanted

a little sister, and Mom told you to have

a daughter someday instead.

You never even have

an inkling

that you might have

two little boys
someday

and that the first very loved

and wanted

baby boy

might die

in the hospital

in the middle of

the night.