'1939'

'1939'

I was just

A little girl

They left me home

All day...

They said if

I was good

They'd bring a

Present for me.

All day long

I imagined

What it would be

A doll perhaps

or a buggy?

or maybe both?

They finally returned

and I ran to them

Expectant eyes

Shown bright...

Mom reached into

A bag

and handed me a

Ten cent ribbon

on a card...

It was blue

And so was I.

IS THAT ALL?

I said

Ingrate that I am...

My Dad's eyes teared

He turned away

A lesson hard

I learned that day.

Kesti

6-19-94©