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Princess Brown Hair at the Cafe
by Lisa Marie BrodskyThere are so many people in the coffeeshop
but I gravitate to the children.
One wearing butterfly wings, she takes them off
and sets them on the table, metamorphasizing
into a little girl again with brown curly hair
and brown, inquisitive eyes.
I think, you could be mine.
The mother mixing yogurt and granola
could be me one day.
The way the girl thoughtfully listens -
she could get that from me.
She wears an ankle-length pink satin dress
and drinks organic apple juice.
She looks up at her mother as the eighth wonder
of the world or maybe the first
for I wondered over my own mother
when I was that girl's age.
I talked a blue streak; parents thought
me gifted.
I feel like I want to cry as I look at this girl.
She could so easily be mine.
But she is not.
I am me. A little girl dwells inside of me,
deep in the psyche and I give her
yogurt and granola or must learn to.
I must learn to do many things.
08/16/2006 Posted on 08/16/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 08/17/06 at 01:46 AM that is so unbelievably vivid and adorable. Wow. it's like you took a picture with a camera and told it to me in words. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/17/06 at 03:47 AM A fine write. I really like the transition from describing the little girl to the little girl inside you, and that you have much to learn. Nice self reflection. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 08/18/06 at 10:55 PM Excellent! There is nothing quite like the workings of a mind disposed to write poetry. Some poeple look at a girl in a coffee shop and see a girl in a coffee shop. But not us! |
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