Mary

Mary this poor dear,
standing with her teddy,
ribbons tie her hair,
looking out a dirty glass window,
everyday,
every night.

Her soft teddy brushes her skin,
a tear washes her cheek,
she sits and stares,
no movement released,
no agonizing pain.

Mary slurrs to her best friend,
that she wants to be normal,
like the kids outside her window,
she raises her teddy to her lips,
and kisses it lovingly,
Mary's best friend.

Her eyes close tight,
she trembles and shakes,
from her painful skin disease,
this child's attacked,
by something so rare.

Pitty with a hug,
is unbearable,
for its like being consumed by fire,
Mary this poor dear,
only sits and stares.

--All Poems by Tia E
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