I talked to Grammy yesterday
about a girl I know.
Her skin’s a different color
but I like her, even though
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Today I found a can of paint.
The paintbrush was there, too.
Mommy must have left it
when her painting was all through.
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I offered my heart
in the palm of my hand,
a burning nova
to a private world
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I remember many things
about those days and you.
I remember staring into brown eyes
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I love teeny tiny ants
and itchy bitsy fleas,
spiders, big and little,
and grouchy grumble bees,
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memories are like
a child’s jack-in-the-box,
bound to pop up
when we least expect them
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Daddy left his boots for me
and here I have to stay
‘cause Daddy is a soldier,
I’m in charge while he’s away.
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Dear Mommy up in heaven,
you’re always in my mind.
I wish that you could tell me
why you left so much behind.
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I’m just going to sit here.
I won’t say a word.
I’ll be like the children
who are seen and not heard.
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Treasures abound in an attic
if you're patient enough
to wade through
the spiders and dust to find them.
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