I cannot come out
to play tonight,
Great grandmas' boots
Lace too tight
And pinch a bit;
But Mamma says
They will fit,
With time.
I cannot come out
To play anymore,
Mum's had a baby
I have chores;
My brothers are young
But Mamma says,
They will grow
with time.
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Comments
threeleafshamrock | January 24, 2009 - 00:12
I love this...the more you read it, the more one reads into it. There seems to be a sense of sadness, theft and destiny. This is a piece to revisit again and again.
Chris X
lenchenelf | January 24, 2009 - 14:17
Thanks Chris, much appreciated L