Little life, precious and still new
soft putty upon wheel
and harsh winds hamper spin
rude hands interfere with circumstances.
Everyday child, we call you
the meter of your struggle
to reach for the Sun,
the period of your orbit
brings a grinding aspect to all
that you see and feel, how grudging
life can be...everyday child.
Even among riches,
finding difficult days.
Did your mother leave you car shut
in heat of summer day, or
did they see your birthday
alone on church steps; or
did they find your little stomach
by noticing the noise?
Everyday child, you tease my eyes
make me think there is something
in the air, something making them burn;
I pray, but somehow... it does not seem
to be enough; you only get one turn
to grab the ring.
We will watch the world and see
if we can find silver linings;
oh, the chances are quite good,
with so many dark clouds.
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A contest entry
- Everyday Child by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended December 3, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Congrats on your Bronze this was wonderfully written sad but so true
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Oh man...perhaps the most imapcting line of all in this is "you only get one turn
to grab the ring.
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