Dear Little Amelia Rose,
Tomorrow is your day
You’ll be the envy of all your friends,
But not in a jealous way.
You’ll have to sacrifice your usual fun,
To stay so neat and glistening,
Because scuffed knees are just not done,
When at your Christening.
I was betrayed;
You never stayed
On an altar of false dreams
I sacrificed myself, it seems.
Our connection died
Our love cast aside.
Your intimate touch
That I loved so much,
Was a passing passion
A fleeting fashion,
In a heap.
Love may be free,
but it’s never cheap.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019
Photo by PDPhotos @ Pixabay.com
The tree was a monument to a lost generation.
Each shoe represented a child who’d been shot dead at school.
The killings had to end but the tree would remain until Congress passed laws restricting access to guns.
It would likely remain a while until the blood price was paid.
This was written for Kat Myrman’s weekly challenge see link below:
Twittering Tales #103 – 25 September 2018