She grabbed me close as could be.
At seven years old - no fooling me.
I promised the next camping trip she could go.
Barbie, Ken, Molly, and Daddy.
She was two months the first time we went out.
I told her mom it was time for the ladies to bond.
She always said, "You time is coming Dad."
Time sure moved fast - " It's my time."
I tried to tell her all of the camping stories.
"I don't care." was all that was said.
We packed up the night before.
Mom fixed breakfast saying, "Bond it is your time.!"
Somehow I think she talked to Molly.
When I took out the worms- "I got my kit." she said.
I saw her eating part of the time.
"Mom used cheese - Go ahead and Bond."
A contest entry
- A character Indeed by Emmyb.
760 points, ended March 16, 28 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. So very creative. Best of luck in the contest.
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this is a very moving poem and Im glad to have read it. thank you so much for entering my contest I am very pleased to have read such a subtle and delightful piece. Emmy
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