Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Child
I Feel Pretty
you're 9, or 10, your heavy school bag stashed away in some corner with your white school shoes and socks.
you're mashing buttons happily on the Nintendo console.
your heart is pretty much bursting with happiness.
then
you hear your dad's car drive in.
*Press Start*
*Pause Game*
daddys HOME!
you unlock the door, with this huge grin on your face.
did you get me something?
ya.
Bigger grin.
candy, colouring pencils, a red ferrari. it doesn't matter. its something
I've often wondered where that man has gone to,..
recently i've begun to wonder where that child has gone.
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