mom said she never loved you.
And taken away
you took.
She liked to go walking in the woods,
and pick wildflowers
to make little necklaces
or headbands to rest on her hair.
Sometimes she’d go upstairs,
and put on her dresses
and wrap her pearls around her neck
look in the mirror, and laugh
at the woman
the child became.
Author notes
Passing of Time.
A contest entry
- waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways: by And Hyetal.
750 points, ended February 16, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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