I cannot now recall,

How I came to stay,

At my gran's house alone.

Perhaps my mom,

She was in America once more.


As I once sat,

In my great grandmother's chair,

Daydreaming about,

My dad and stepfamily,

Something I often did,

My cousin Gabriel,

Who was then six,

Took it into his head,

To clamber onto my lap.


Him sitting on my lap,

I wouldn't have minded,


He did not jump up and down,

Which he did.


Twice I asked him not to,

But it was of no avail,

And then for the first time,

I lost control,

I found myself,

Twisting his arm,

My fingers left no mark of course,

But he jumped off with a yell,

And you know what,

My know it all aunt,

Did not believe what he said,

And I never admitted it.



Shocked at my actions,

I made sure,

It never occured again,

So years later,

In Edimbrough,

When Gabriel accidentally,

Knocked my glasses off,

I only yelled at him,

Nothing more.


Needless to say,

He never in my lap,

Sat again.

The End

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