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She Sits Alone

She Sits Alone She dresses the park with her eyes, imagining babies, clad in blue bonnets, peering pinks, discovering nature, and the bosom of life, mother's milk sill fresh on babies lips. Laughter and play rising from the bristling grass, as parent's faces beam. So tailored the moment sans her demons and ghosts, her failed marriage, altering her makeup and a park full of her dreams of babies playing. Her heart pools yearning of pain. She sits alone, now, pondering him and Him, as her tearing eyes look down at her dress-ups. connie pachecho 8/10/17 Inspired to write after reading the entries to "She Sits Alone" contest.

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