Being Good

Once, I went on a trip with my step-mother,
it was unusual, I don't really recall why
I remember looking at the sky,
we travelled in the train from
Nice to Monaco and it was hot
and I was terribly good.

When we arrived, we found a taxi
that took us to the apartment
on the way we stopped
I was bought mente in lemonade
and all the artificiality
surrounded us.

Once, when I was very young
we went on a trip,
my stepmother bought me
a cross patch bikini,
it was red and checkered,
that was the first time
and only time
and I promise I was good.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-25 at 20:35

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You are still being good. Only this time it is at writing. It is amazing how we have pieces of memories and sometimes of things that are really just funny details.
2015-07-29


Brian Oarr
And when she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad, she was brilliant!
2015-07-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This made me chuckle. For some reason, I believe that your goodness was part of the artificiality.
2015-07-26


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I recall those trips with straight laced relatives with the promise of a gift if expectations were met. Well described Elle.
2015-07-25



you are good but you live far from me and that's no good
2015-07-25