Once
Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby looked so odd,
so they put the baby away
into a treasure box,
and once against they tried,
this time, wanting perfection.
Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby was slightly ill,
so this one too was put away,
silent and simple little thing.
There was no cry
because it's alright.
Life isn't life
until we say so.
The fine line's been crossed,
there's no going back.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
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