Audrey Ashira

Babydoll

In freewrite, poetry on June 30, 2010 at 8:34 am

i remember the curls
little girl, little girl,
that dangled around your face
you looked up at me with your wide, brown eyes
and asked me to lift you up
so you could touch the moon

childhood passes…
the moon is gone
you severed your curls
with the kitchen scissors

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