Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/the-halfway-mark/
This is about my sister, she’s a lot like this the older we get, but I love her even if I don’t always understand.
Precarious Position – Day Fifteen
5
There was not much that she could do,
The world was far too eager for her to quit.
Her life was always waiting to screech boo!
Her mind was quick and full of wit,
But most of the time it made no sense.
Every word that she spoke bit.
She could not stay on the fence.
Breathing In 