Free verse № 30916
before I forget
mother
I am so glad
you do not read the newspapers
it would kill you
to see what the world is now
soon
I will be out, colder and wiser
out and free to cut my own crusts
(diagonally, of course)
out and still
I will not step on any cracks
out from under
your glorious red umbrella
your kitchen table
and the hat you made me wear
to school
the one that was itchy
but that's not your fault
it kept me warm all the same.
8 comments
quite quite good.
I feel all warm and snuggly.
"I will be out" bothers me -- what, out of prison? out on your own? out for lunch? out of the office?
I agree with biteme that the cracks...red umbrella line is excellent.
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