POEM: BABY SISTER'S CLUB by Mike L. Nichols

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The child toddles off alone 

down the cobbled twilight lane 

while his sister starts to moan 

at the blackening window pane.


Mother’d said, “You must stay here

while I find bread and wood.”

The children shivered there in fear

until he got too hungry to be good.


Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Tattoo Highway, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at deadgirldancing.net    


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