Syrup
Pounds crumbled off like the pastries he used to enjoy.
It was the sweet jam filling he really missed.
That sticky syrup,
making a mess wherever it touches.
“Look who’s hogging all the sweets,” they say.
“You need to eat, darling,” they’ll cry out the next week
and cling on with a tacky grasp.
Maybe that’s why I love them.
They’re just like syrup.
Elliot Breault is a fourteen year old sophomore who resides in New Hampshire, USA. He enjoys writing and would like to pursue a career as a novelist. He's a big music lover and plays clarinet as well as a bit of guitar. He has been published before in a Robert Frost poetry contest. Elliot uses writing and playing music as a way to self-express.
