Baby Huey

Baby Huey and Mama Huey.

that’s what my sister Annette called us

back when we were kids

in the Sixties,


always laughing.


You have to be old enough

to remember them—cartoon ducks.

I, small, thin, wagging finger,

Mama Huey.


Annette, larger than Mama,

plump (fat),

Baby Huey.


At supper, Dad:

“Annette, you eat too much.”

She, running away

from the table

in tears

to the bedroom

we shared,

breaking my heart.


“Dad, do you have to?” I ask.

I’m seven, going after her

to see if I can soothe,

make her laugh.


She and I—

a life of diets.

I, as a teen, turned 


She, in her twenties, began

the way of

The Knife.


Decades followed of:

Fill this out.

Laser this away.

Cut this off.

Lift my chin.


Slit my throat.


Annette’s last








And she never even got

to be the




for all to come and see, which 

she used to laughingly brag about

with wide smile and a

flare of her surgically-slimmed upper arms.

“My luck!” she would have said.


Her ashes

arrived in my

mailbox months later,

in a small, black sachet—

all that’s left of my

laughing buddy,

my beautiful

Baby Huey.


Author: Valerie Serrano

Valerie Serrano has a master of fine arts degree in creative writing and a bachelor of arts in psychology. Valerie taught English and writing in New York for seven years (1996-2003), and has been teaching creative writing classes online through and in Santa Rosa, California, where she now resides, since 2012. Her small business is called Let's Write! from which she also offers editing, self-publishing help, and more (such as motivation to good but scared writers). Val loves every minute of it, especially when students have the gumption to take their writing from first (very) rough draft to (self) published. Valerie has self-published her own novel called The Archangel of Hamilton Beach and a children’s picture book, Horses Talk Funny, both available on Amazon and via her blog. Val loves to say: So, Let's Write!

5 thoughts on “Baby Huey”

  1. I’ve always hesitated to comment on poetry. Baby Huey has moved me enough to bravely share my feelings. After, reading through several times, in one sitting. It didn’t move me like a gentle breeze or a strong wind. It swept me away like a tornado.

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    1. shinyobjectssite, Thank you. It was your poem The Girl With a Dream about masks, with the first line of, “The empties are all around us” that reminded me of my poem about my sister Annette. You are very astute in your observations of how looks are everything and substance is disappearing right in front of us. I hope people will listen to what you have to say. I’m putting a link to your poem here for anyone who would like to read it.

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