Becca-isms

Okay. So a blog is, like, this diary thing, or whatever. And people write in them, and there are lots of words. Normally. It's cold these days, which is why we have space heaters. Maybe I should aim one this-a-way, yah?

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

Hit me up with another short post!

Life

“Why?” asked the toddler
as the toy was taken away,
wiped clean,
and put on a higher shelf

“Why?” asjed the child
who was told by her mother
not to slack
and to ruin a perfectly organized room

“Why?” asked the teen
who was told to stay home
by herself
and to never have any fun in the evenings

“Why?” asked the young woman
who was told she couldn’t do the job
to go home
and to start her mad search all over again

“Why?” asked the woman
when she told he wasn’t ready
Let’s be friends
keep in touch. We’ll see.

“Why?” asked the mother
as the child refused to listen
or look,
or even acknowledge she was speaking