Pits

Jabberwocky

I saw her in the ball pit
She had a favourite ball.
I watched her give it voices
And hold it tight and small.

 

I wondered how she chose it
To be her favourite toy
When so just like the others,
How soon it'll be one boy
She's anointed from the mass
To be her source of joy.

 

I thought about her mother
How I was once her ball.
Now she's in the pit
Playing with them all.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2018 04:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Her loss Jabberwocky...... go find another one.

    • Jabberwocky

      Thanks. Nice idea, I'll have to take the kids with me, that's cool; they are better at flirting than I am 🙂

      • Lorna

        Sort of like having a dog in the park to meet people! Funny!



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