View From My Window
Thursday's Child
My voice bounces around the room.
There is no solo for this choir. Where were
you when I bought my first car, where were you when I went
on my first date? I am not angry by your
abandonment. In fact, I am thrilled to be alone to do the
things I've always wanted to do: going on picnics with loved ones, yelling
across the asphalt-like parking lot to the boys in the
shopping mall. You were a parent once,
but now you are my comrade, perhaps a mere
companion I confide in. Sometimes we discussed
our different lives over scones
and tea. Sometimes we kept it to ourselves.
Remember, remember when you left me alone
in the shopping mall to pick out my own brasiers?
I was thirteen, going on thirty.
There is no solo for this choir. Where were
you when I bought my first car, where were you when I went
on my first date? I am not angry by your
abandonment. In fact, I am thrilled to be alone to do the
things I've always wanted to do: going on picnics with loved ones, yelling
across the asphalt-like parking lot to the boys in the
shopping mall. You were a parent once,
but now you are my comrade, perhaps a mere
companion I confide in. Sometimes we discussed
our different lives over scones
and tea. Sometimes we kept it to ourselves.
Remember, remember when you left me alone
in the shopping mall to pick out my own brasiers?
I was thirteen, going on thirty.
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Thursday`s Child
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