Thursday, March 5, 2009

Poem - Fresh Tears and a Bow

“I do not walk or talk the same, I have a boo-boo on my brain.”
“Will it go away?” she asked. Unlike her sprain this would not pass.
“Deep inside, we’re quite alike… I can run and skip and ride a bike.
Understand I’m equal – my smiles and tears. Experiencing pain throughout the years.
Candy Land, Hopscotch, will you play?” She said, “No, sorry… not today.”
Running home without a glance. I found her bow, perhaps by chance.
I went to press the circled glow, and heard what I thought I did not know.
“But Mom, she’s nice, like me I’d bet!” “I don’t know what you might get.
She’s strange, stay away! Case is closed!” Silence on a doorstep, fresh tears and a bow.
---- Shelly Weiss

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