Messy mud pies and collapsible sandpits
Frilly dresses and seamed trousers
Matching mittens and puffy hats--
Yours green and mine pink.
Not comparable now, I think.
Ice cream and spongy cake,
Waking up early and sleeping late.
Burning Raggedy Anne on a stake,
Playing Firemen in the family room.
We were a pair bringing only doom.
One tall Husband and a short plump wife;
How did we drift this far apart?
We used to be the best of friends!
Three children of mine, a new-born baby of yours
I'd hoped we'd forever be close—but I'm Venus, you're Mars.
East side and West side
Indifference now brings with it grief
For the decisions we then ceased to make
Two different worlds that used to be one
One argument and we were done.
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West Side Chronicles: A Poetry Collection
PoetryWe're just trying to make it, whatever it takes.
