A Glass Of Water

I heard momma crying a few months ago,

right after we found out.

It was late and she was at the living room window.

Moonlight light up the tears streaming down her face.

Why, she sobbed, why us?

Her long, brown hair spilled down her back

And with the worry etched in her face,

She looked as young as me.

As young as Amandaline.

Everyone told us momma and Amandaline look alike

At least, until the incident.

Same thick, unruly hair

And clear blue eyes.

Now Amandaline's pale skin is even more ghost like.

I look like daddy.

Sandy hair.

Hazel eyes.

Abundance of freckles.

Eli could be my twin

Rather than my younger brother.

Then I realized why momma was crying

It’s just a bad dream, she tried to tell her self.

From where I sat on the stairs,

We both knew it wasn’t true.

I crept back up the stairs

as quiet as I came.

I wanted a glass of water

But I wasn’t thirsty anymore.