Main Page Blog Getting Pregnant Articles Pregnancy Articles Parenting Articles TLOL Article Directory Chinese Gender Chart Pregnancy and Parenting Journals	A Birthday Wish I’m only six years old but I can tell you stories left untold, of things I’ve seen bought and sold. Over there by that stop sign that’s where they strung the police line after Mr. X shot that brother of mine. He was a nice boy to know and I’d follow him wherever he’d go, except when he bought that powdered snow. He told me it would make him well but Mama said it would send him straight to hell and she was right, pray tell. He was dead as they drove by A thousand bullets lit up the sky and I sadly told my brother goodbye. He could have said NO but that wasn’t the cool way to go, and why he did it I’ll never know. Mama cries daily now and I must help her through somehow for that’s my solemn vow. I’m the man of the house once more and now I know for sure what dangers lie on the other side of my door. I’m only six years old today and what I really want to say is why did drugs have to ruin my birthday! (c) Christine G. Law All Rights Reserved Comments to Poet Share This Page With A Friend -- Would You Like To Read More Poems? -- Parent Prose Main Page Poems about Adoption Poems about Motherhood Poems about Babies and Children Poems about the Death of a Child Poems about Miscarriage Poems about Parenthood Poems about Pregnancy Poems about Growing Up Poems about Special Occasions Letters to Baby Poetry Collections Journals and Essays Books about Writing Poetry The Labor of Love Main Page