Blog, Poetry

King of The Hill

Something that I have never been, that was the title for my brother Glenn.

My sister running close behind, me they’d have to come find.

Usually, I was hiding somewhere scared, for this game, I was never prepared.

I wished to be tough like them, one day God would make me strong, I just didn’t know when.

For that strength I have waited a lifetime. Apparently, God has a plan and that plan isn’t mine.

Jill L. Ware

Leave a Reply