Welcome to November everyone, I'm not sure where this poem fits. I've actually been immersed in the soundtrack of Drive. It's 80s synth beats have inspires the next poem.
Id like to think this isn't a poem about a little girl at all it's just a feeling. That sense of trying to be normal when your world changes radically.
Bread Crumbs
Mama left us breadcrumbs
Daddy just left
Now we lie in bed
keeping quiet
keeping secret
being good
Brush your teeth
Jump into bed
Rest and rinse
Don’t forget
The bad gunky water is not for
Your mouth or your throat
But belongs in the sink
Dress nice
Play with the other boys or girls
Don’t talk first
Don’t interrupt
Don’t cry or get mad
Don’t hit or kick
Play nice be kind
Smile when your sad
Be happy life’s never too sad
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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