A Princess and an Imp
There is a picture of mehiding behind my mother's knees,
I think I must have been
naughty, I have that look
whereas my sister stands
looking every inch the princess
with her long hair,
you can just see my blue shorts
slowly beginning the inexorable
slide and a thumb
ready to slip between
pink lips and a smear
of something with a hint of imp.
My mother stands, her dark hair
cut and curled into a halo
a faded summer dress
with her two little girls
that she never saw grow into women,
the photo is faded
and I can't really tell if she is smiling
but she looks happy
so that is good, it makes me happy too
that there were smiles and laughter
and naughty little girls
in scuffed shoes and sagging shorts
and sister who looked like a princess.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-01-28 at 20:07
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