Thief

by marilyn marti   Jul 6, 2005


I miss being seven
with curls in my hair
and a smile that lit the room
I especially loved to draw
with my crayons
rainbows,
flowers,
my cat.
But then I b l i n k e d
and here I am..
someone stole those years from me
and my crayons
and they colored my whole world black.

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