Poor Little Laura
Poor Laura Mabry
Everyone called her a baby
It made her little face look so sad.
But why was she teased? What was so bad?
What was about her that made the other children
All seem so glad?
I wanted to find it out
So I jumped into time
Melting clocks flew by me
I recognized one as mine.
Suddenly I fell out into a school yard
I knew it was Laura’s
“Time for recess!” I heard Mrs. Morris.
The kids ran out
And trampled my head
But it didn’t hurt
It was as if I were dead
For they didn’t see me
But I saw poor Laura
Sitting under a tree.
No friends surrounded her
No jump ropes or dolls
Just her face in her hands
Shielding from taunting calls.
“A baby! A baby! A baby is she!”
I jumped up in defense,
“What has she done, for that tease to be?”
But no one had seen me
Or heard me, at that
So I reached down and dusted off my hat
“I’m don’t have a clue; I’m leaving and that’s that!”
So I’m not there any more, and why a baby is she
That will remain a mystery to me.
I give up, rather easy, you see,
But what’s already happened has happened;
That’s why it’s called history.
Copyright © Lacie Perry | Year Posted 2007
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