She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children bicker and whine, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt.
Someone she loved once passes by - too late
to feign indifference to that casual nod.
"How nice," et cetera. "Time holds great surprises."
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon... "but for the grace of God..."
They stand a while in flicking light, rehearsing
the children's name and birthdays. "It's so sweet
to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive,"
she says to his departing smile. Then, nursing
the youngest child, sits staring at her feet.
To the wind she says, "They have eaten me alive."
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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Monday, January 09, 2006
The Ball
There's a big red ball
It bounced down the hall
One, two, three, four
It bounced along the floor
It struck the wall
and bounced down the hall
That is the life of the ball...
It bounced down the hall
One, two, three, four
It bounced along the floor
It struck the wall
and bounced down the hall
That is the life of the ball...
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