Eternal Child
By Jane Harris-Zsovan
Hot Sticky Tar
holds her feet to the ground
while
Long Skinny Legs
as brown
As the hills
as golden
As the Sun Bleached Grass
simply slide
themselves
Out of Dime Store Thongs.
holds her feet to the ground
while
Long Skinny Legs
as brown
As the hills
as golden
As the Sun Bleached Grass
simply slide
themselves
Out of Dime Store Thongs.
Barefooted Girl
weaving
On a shiny Red Bike
too big for her
Aspiring
to grow into it
Free. Unafraid
of the future
--like any child.
weaving
On a shiny Red Bike
too big for her
Aspiring
to grow into it
Free. Unafraid
of the future
--like any child.
Never to have
Sandpaper hands
stuck in
Dishwater. Toilet Bowls. Or Diapers
Sandpaper hands
stuck in
Dishwater. Toilet Bowls. Or Diapers
--An Eternal Child
Digging coal out of the hills
Gathering rose hips and wild flowers
Hunting frogs in the slough
and
Dreaming Impossible dreams.
Digging coal out of the hills
Gathering rose hips and wild flowers
Hunting frogs in the slough
and
Dreaming Impossible dreams.
Beautiful poem!
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