She was like a cute little curly-headed dwarf,
a mini mother, before her time,
wise and kind,
gentle and loving.
She saw the good around her,
never wanting to impose,
always reining in her mother.
Her mother was like a loose spaghetti noodle,
that slipped out of the colander and flopped on the floor dramatically.
Her daughter just picked up the noodle,
rinsing it off and throwing it back where it belonged with the others.
All the while, she kept on cooking,
adding to the sauce of her life.
It was her usual, her normal…
I felt sorry for the childhood that was being gypped from the curly-headed girl.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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