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Sunday, 29 January 2017

Sad Face

In my dream my mother showed me
a picture of my three-year-old face.
I am crying,
Indignant,
Devastated,
Because someone, my neighbour,
has accused me of taking two lollipops
and I only took one.
 
My Two, and Three-Year-Old Selves, with Candy Cane and Noisemaker
The lollipops were the relatively healthy kind
from the natural food store.
Made from fruit juices,
Or environmentally friendly dyes,
Or something similarly far-fetched.

When I looked at that face,
I felt as sad as my three-year-old self.
Misunderstood,
Disbelieved.
I know how painful that was,
And still know.

The End.
Sad Face Series, 2016
End.
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