Estelle Paris

(Lebanon, Pennsylvania)

Why, Mommy, Why?

Why, Mommy, why must you do this? I’ve barely just begun. I’ll
never be allowed to have any fun. The world is full of colors
which I may never see. The world is full of food my tummy wants
to try. Why, Mommy, why? Plenty of food I want to taste. Why
put me to waste. The crime is bad. This I know. I promise I’ll
be one you will be proud to show. Why do I have to go? I’m here
for a reason yet unknown, but will that reason forever be blown?
Seasons come, seasons go. Are they pretty? W

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