Seventeen
She married at seventeen, still a baby to me,
I begged her not too, but she said, "I'll run
away, you will see.
Now ten years later, the ties are still tied tight,
I guess she knew for certain, he was her Mr.
right.
No baby in the cradle, only a cat she calls her
child, and everytime I go to visit, she says, "here
is your grandma," and smiles.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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