The Messy Ones

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Lollipop fingers grasped the hem of her skirt;

She shooed his pudgy hands away, continuing

 

In her attempt to entertain the gentleman at her left;

He ignored the pudgy fingers, too.

 

By war’s end, she’d lost her job at the factory, and

Her old man lay perpendicular to a stone

 

There were no brothers, no father, no uncle or

Gramps to take her and her boy in;

 

There were expectations, hunger, desires,

Needs, that long-awaiting future, for her,

 

For her boy, the one with no voice and

Ears that serve him no good;

 

She’d not deprive all she had in this world;

This was no time for being a lady

This was no time for prideful ways

 

Potatoes, clothes, shoes on little feet, and lollipops,

That’s all that mattered now.

 

photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/bswise/3451893776/”>B.S. Wise</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a&gt; <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/”>cc</a&gt;

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