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

 


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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