Maybe Next Year
Elaine lives like a princess in an attic room
Your own apartment, your loft, her parents say
Her best friend is Teddy, who keeps her secrets
All she wants is a friend to come visit
Children are messy, her mother says.
Not this year, maybe next year.
Every single year.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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