Friday, November 27, 2015
not yet
not yet my child
no dolls, new dress,
just plain water, spoiled bread
in our empty fridge
a thread and needle kit
you do not belong
in a world of despair
of things not meant to be.
skip a rope, jump to ten
drink some juice, a potionful.
no blood lost, she went
to a medical man. decision hers,
the guilt we share, not yet
my child, not yet
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