A her story

September 9, 2013

I was supposed to hold the hands
of boys with dirty knees
But I kept finding paper hearts
And then you rang for me

The gifts you brought to woo me
Were empty as a brand
But I was like a giggling girl
Because you held my hand

I wanted just to cheer you on,
to kiss you for your cheek
But when you came despite my pain
My voice was way too meek

I told my dad I wasn’t late
and that I played alone
But daddy guessed the truth and said
“Just tell him on the phone”

I couldn’t understand it!
My future’d been so bright!
But in my womb a time bomb
Was racing t’wards the light

There’s still a month or two to go
Before we meet the day
When tears will pierce the silence
And I will make you pay

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2 Responses to “A her story”

  1. claudia said

    hey- great to see you writing again…you chose not an easy theme though… ugh…so tough and it happens way too often.. i hope her parents back her up a bit – adoption is a possibility yet it’s hard either way..

  2. Anton’s back!…and with quite a flourish, I’d say.

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