Oh how I wanted playful love today. I wanted mommy and daddy to play with me And brush my hair and we’d all giggle, Not this lesion of unkind words. As the whole host of whirling wheels Speed down the unfeeling interstate Like androids on their way to get oiled Or assimilated into a new family, I'd hoped our day would be lovely And we’d all go on a picnic at the lake Or daddy would win me a big pink giraffe, Or mommy would buy us matching dresses, So when it was quiet, she and I could Pretend that we were happy drinking tea From tiny little teacups. Maybe it’d start raining And we’d be laughing so loud We wouldn’t even notice. © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
(The Weaver's Song)