This little girl
sat side by side
next to you.
We'd sit
on our lonely front porch
watching nothing but time.
While you sat in your chair
I sat firmly in mine.
The plastic pink one
that squeaked all the time.
You'd flip a few pages
from our daily news paper
and I'd flip mine.
They were pages
slightly torn
from an old coloring book
that I use to have.
Still, I kept
glancing your way
to find what I could do
so I could be
just like you.
