poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
the short end of the stick
the first baby
was adored,
so was the second and the third,
they enjoyed
all the fresh love
and care,
but by
the fourth
my mother
had had enough, the fifth
and sixth,
then seventh
got lost in the mix,
they got
the short end of the stick.
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