Deep in the meadow of the Nitty-Gritty twins,
Lives a woman of smiles and laughter.
She sits on the ground, while they dance around,
And they all live happily- here and after.
Yet one bright morning, things do change,
For papa has come from afar;
The Nitty-Gritty twins, and laughing woman,
Finally realize how poor they are.
But papa was never central to living,
Unknown to the child of his loins.
He has no right to be generous in giving
Them toys, clothes, or shining coins.
Smiling woman received not but scorn
And sadly realizes she has nothing
Compared to the splendor of papa and, torn,
She decides to set off and find them something..
In time it all meets sadness, for as momma departs
On her journey of love, to find her child something right,
Daddy discovers his child's animosity; her hatred is art
She best expressed with a knife. Ultimately, the child won the fight.
Smiling woman returns with her love and her something;
Small as it is, it brightens their world again.
Papa is nowhere, the twins will say nothing,
Mother decides she'd rather not know in the end.
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This is Me.
PoetryI'm me. You're you. I'm tried, I'm true. This is me. Poetry... It could be a poem about a child with dual personalities, or a poem about sadness, anger, fear, or happiness. Whatever the subject, it's all crammed in here side by side. There's inspira...
