How many marbles
are we supposed to have?
A handful?
A headful?
A mouthful?
I can't find mine.
Anywhere.
Not in the closet.
Not under the bed.
Not out on the sidewalk
where I played with them last.
Did they roll away
or did you hide them?
It's your fault
I lost them.
It's your fault
I'm sad.
You don't have to admit it.
I know what I know.
Playtime is over.
You need to go.
👍
ReplyDeleteJoe
:-)
DeleteIs it supposed to be heartbreaking? Because they way I'm reading it, it is.
ReplyDeleteAging, confusion, anger, frustration, abandonment, loneliness, sadness.
Maybe we're NOT supposed to live too long.
We can't help them understand anymore. We can only comfort and love them as best we can.
Fred :(