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When Days Were Lollipops
by Jane E PearceSummer used to hang
like a sheer frock,
the neck loose,
the skirt unbinding,
waving softly in the breeze.
That was when a bird
wouldn't fit in the palm,
and grass grew
closer to my knees.
Now, the season drapes
heavily, falling in damp
woolen pleats that lay
idly on the skin
like a weary guest
that is forced to visit.
I miss the old frock
when I used to shed winter's weight,
and days were lollipops. 02/14/2002 Posted on 02/14/2002
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/20/07 at 01:50 AM You are just so sweet, I feel lke your birthday has invited me into your verse, and I feel your life, your retrspective look, the "shher frock" you look through into the past. Your poems dance with the lightness you felt then, and now--as the poem speaks your heartful now. |
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