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Much to Her Mother's and Father's Delight

by Amy Ubele
 

Much to her mother and father's delight,
They met in the school-yard one afternoon;
And so they ran and played into the night.

As they got older everything seemed right,
His money was enough to make her swoon,
Much to her mother and father's delight.

Soon he'd buy her gifts to fix the fights,
And no one knew he sang a different tune.
And he'd run and chase her late into the night.

She'd wear sunglasses and paint her skin white,
And no one saw her whimper to the moon,
Much to her mother and father's delight.

They told her just to smile and be polite.
Around her heart she built a strong cocoon.
And she'd run and cry into the night.

To them he seemed a shining star so bright,
Each day he'd feed them with a silver spoon.
And much to her mother and father's delight,
she hid and cried alone each night.

 

September '04