Birthright

by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan

Dodge County Assessor's Office

Just across that county line
There’s a place where
I was yours, and you were mine
I am merely fragmented pieces of “fine”

Four years ago, they stuck you there
A tiny box of ash—tidy as can be
Not a damn sentiment or care
Was given to you or to me
Pack it, sell it, will it away

Sometimes, I long to be free—
Of this road, that house, the property

Because after all this time, I find
That I somehow assigned my identity—

To what was yours that
Without mistake —will never be mine

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agingenglishmajor

I am an English teacher, mother, and wife, but I love to write. I feel that I am blessed to be able to use my talent to write about my children's books, poems, short fiction, and parenting. Please feel free to contact me with any questions you may have about my experiences with beginning a writing career while focusing on my children and my job. I look forward to comments and to hear from my readers!

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