Literature
Broken Egg Shells
When your face was young,
And food scarce,
When your eyes strained,
At the mirror.
When I was waiting,
Outside with wilting flowers,
And you took joy,
In making me stand.
Oh how things,
Have changed,
Now the mirror is clean,
And the lines running down,
Are so easily seen,
No one is standing,
For you now,
My queen.
When the rain,
Was upon us,
And the tin roof leaked,
On our bed.
When I gave you,
The last piece of saltine,
And you ate it,
Without thinking of me.
Oh how things,
Have changed,
Now the mirror is clean,
And the lines running down,
Are so easily seen,
No one is starving,
For you now,
My queen.
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