april is poetry month. in the spirit of my grandmotherly ramblings, i’m posting this one, which i wrote remembering the time my son and i spent in chile:
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april is poetry month. in the spirit of my grandmotherly ramblings, i’m posting this one, which i wrote remembering the time my son and i spent in chile:
My inner child
Why did I not get to stay with you
Did I make you unhappy
Was I really that bad
Did my birth disturb your life and make you sad
Maybe I was broken
Were my eyes the wrong colour
Is my timing rotten
If I arrived a bit latter would I still have been forgotten
Was I hard to give me away
Did you need a ring to love me
If I was a boy would it have been alright
Do you feel better now that I am out of sight
My inner child
Why did I not get to stay with you
Did I make you unhappy
Was I really that bad
Did my birth disturb your life and make you sad
Maybe I was broken
Were my eyes the wrong colour
Is my timing rotten
If I arrived a bit latter would I still have been forgotten
Was I hard to give me away
Did you need a ring to love me
If I was a boy would it have been alright
Do you feel better now that I am out of sight