© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
In frequent moves from school to school
One child was always new one out
Like others known in every home
Her family was known to none
At lunchtime she would sit alone,
Left out of break time chatter, fun
Her clothes too worn, untidy braids,
For sides not chosen playing games
She early learned avoiding pain
Was simple if one did not go
To be so ostracized disdained
She went instead to playground swings
Unsupervised she played for hours
Until she thought she should go home
But dark came early scaring her
And so she ran, and ran, and ran
Her mother put her right to bed
Thin soup and crackers all she had
Her schoolyard troubles never solved
She could not run away from them
September 17, 2018 at 11:32 am
Your writing is so beautiful. I could read your poems all day long. Thanks for sharing
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September 17, 2018 at 4:59 pm
And thank you for reading, enjoying and commenting.
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September 19, 2018 at 2:10 am
You write stunningly beautiful poetry, Barbara.
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September 19, 2018 at 2:14 am
That means so much, Lance, coming from a poet of your caliber. Thank you.
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September 24, 2018 at 5:51 pm
Wow, beautiful poem
Permit me to say; this is the pain of not being loved and understood
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September 29, 2018 at 1:34 pm
Nice post
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