Like kids in the playground
one pretended to be sensitive
though she threw stones
the other professed hardness
though she was made of rubber bones
the middle child
didn’t know how to play with others
she tore the stimens of pink flowers
that were yellow and heavy with pollen
rubbed it on her palms like mustard
hoping it would transport her
away from cruelties played for sport
by those broken by life growing as weeds
by the onslaught of fumes from passing cars
a toxic perfume for those with enough lead
she was made of water
they could throw her
into the sky and make it
rain with regret
touching. Love it
Thank you so much! Most appreciated!
My pleasure π
That hair !
There’s nowt so cruel as kids can be
that’s the truth!
Wonderful! Coming back to read this again….children and adults can be so mean to one another! ” make it rain with regret ” is so powerful! Thank you!
Children can be so cruel, especially when they see a lonely flower stood timidly in the corner of the play yard…
Such sad and compelling imagery … love this Candice α¦
Thank you my friend I must confess I am sad too much but I appreciate that it’s not without some merit
π