Like the picture you show Miss Card
Who says, That isn’t too bad
Or the present you give Aunt Flower
Who says, That isn’t my colour
Or when your best friend is playing catch
And she says, If you like, you can watch
Or the day that you thought wouldn’t come
And you walk to school on your own
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7 comments:
Brings back some sad childhood memories. An excellent poem!
i suddenly felt all nostalgic about my childhood. there are some bittersweet memories i have of that time. funny what a few half rhymes can do.
p.s. i can't load your radio blog! eep.
That's odd, Transience. It's only a regular Blogger blog. Here's the address if that helps.
http://rogerradio.blogspot.com/
It is all the subtle heart ach of childhood
then there was the time my Dad gave me a pepper, telling me it was a pickle! Betrayal, in my eyes!
Your few carefully chosen words have opened up the proverbial can.
I especially love the title of this poem. Sad but beautifully written.
What is the poem called???
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