Me
my story in a thimble protecting me from the prick of the needle
the mother gave birth to an easy baby at noon in the sweltering heat of Morocco
the lively little girl became a teenager in the grey of Paris and lost her appeal
the young adult exiled in New York stayed invisible to the eyes of the world
in the prime of her life she became wild and had to climb back the ladder
mature she thrives and recaptures the creative child she was.
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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